And so we take the ragged fragments
the patches of darkness
that give shape to the light;
the scraps of desires
unslaked or realized;
the memories of spaces of blessing,
of pain.
….
And so we lay them at the threshold, God:
bid you hold them, bless them, use them;
ask you tend them, mend them,
transform them
to keep us warm,
make us whole,
and send us forth.
–Jan Richardson, Night Visions
