With life so full of                   

Brokenness, how can we            

Find hope?                                         


Some days we cannot.                         


We must create it:                    

Paint it, write it,                              

Shape it from the                    

Worn and broken things                

We have at hand. We                    

Must rearrange the pieces.         


Or make our own.                   


Without the tools, we                     

must carve the stone                   

into a step,                                          

Grow the stool into to table             

We must weave and                 

Knit our comforters                 

Without thread or needles.