The Oranges:
You tell your story to me –
I tell mine to you;
Not all at once,
But in broken pieces –
Breaking open,
Breaking down,
Breaking out!
Memories…
Joyful!
Angry?
Or vacant…
Even new ones formed!
Stories of painful scars;
But ones that can and do heal –
Empty spaces
That make room
For love and compassion,

 The Chocolate:
 We come together
In Brokenness,
To be-come Whole –
Not by gathering up the pieces
ALONE,
Or to re-piece or
Re-pair the past – No!;
But instead to…
Throw the pieces
Into the open arms of
ONE ANOTHER —
Who cares and tends them,
Sometimes in silence;
Hoping in loving caress
That the sharp edges will dull
Or perhaps break down even more.
So that the loving wind
Of extended embrace will carry them
Into the space and place they be-long –
Communion!

tpt 5/7/2015