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Soul Mending**


When the fabric of a soul,
has been ripped apart,
who will do the mending,
and where will they start.

No earthly threads can be found,
to mend the tears within.
No man-made needle sharp enough,
to pierce the wounded skin.

What person is there,
who can mend a soul so torn?
What kind of master tailor,
has ever been born?

What kind of weaving is there,
that can make it new again,
and turn the weaving over,
but never see the rend?

Exodus 35:35 "He has filled
them with skill to do all kinds
of work as craftsman, designers,
embroiderers in blue, purple
and scarlet yarn and fine linen,
and weavers---all of them master
craftsmen and designers.

Susan Hebert Ajaz
Copyright 2003
poetrypublisher.com/sajaz







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