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Elizabeth Browning



Friday, December 11, 2015

We mend each other

“Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other”
― Veronica Roth
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people
they do such horrible things
they create such damage

people
they do such amazing, caring things

voices raised in hate wound deeply
but words spoken with compassion and love
repair

we have a choice
dear friends

we can see others merely a people
to be feared, perhaps
or hated, perhaps

or we can see others as precious souls
carriers of the sacred

and we can open our hearts and souls
so that the healing power of
the Sacred

might flow into us
healing

so that we might see ourselves with all our glory
as Children of God
and become reservoirs of compassion

allowing Sacred Love to flow through us
healing

and thus people who
always
always

choose to build up
and mend
rather than diminish and damage.

wounded healers
all

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