The Mender of Hearts
Can you see beyond his veil
Thou elusive mender of broken hearts, why do you hide your face from me
I wear a shrouded veil of mist-covered intangible celestial cloak, as you watch
The shattered pieces of my porcelain heart fall to the floor
He wraps his elusive self and cloak tightly to his form
I peer closely at the blend of shadows and dark undulations
He winces audibly, inching deeper into the mist, a shrinking violet is he. I see it now...
For within that moment, I came to realize the burden borne by such a fragile soul
His must be a load akin to that of Sisyphus, condemned by Hades
Oh the burden he must bear, carrying all the pain of the human hearts
The mender constantly must roll the boulder up that hill, as if he is the one atoning for our pain
The greater our mortal pain and suffering, the deeper he shrinks into the mist
I imagine he emerges from time to time to place a few pixie dusts, allowing time to work its heart magic slowly
For the human hearts are plenteous and pain thrives in abundance here, there and over yonder hill
Yet the Mender, he perseveres, soothing our hearts as best he can
You there with the broken heart, the Mender feels your pain
Fear not, I am never far away, just fairly spreading magic dust to the many who are sad, everywhere
Be patient, be gentle with your heart, he feels your pain, we can rest easier now
The Mender places his hand gently, like a wisp of wind, over my heart, the pain feels lighter, a single broken piece mends
Time will dull this fiery ache within your chests, which radiate to your souls
Be still my heart
Soon the pieces, like a Mender's puzzle
Will all fall into place again!!!!!!
Yet, the question begs an answer...
Who will mend the wearied heart of the faithful Mender of broken hearts?
The Mender has lots of love to spare....whispers the North Wind!
Worry not for he is everlasting!
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About the Creator
Novel Allen
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~~ Rabindranath Tagore~~
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Hey Novie This is such a beautiful concept; G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S writing! May The Mender visit those in need this evening as they sleep!
This felt so optimistic, uplifting and hopeful! Loved your poem so much!
Who mends the mender?
very good poem