A tattered
scattered spirit,
splattered
every which way
but in.
What din
I’m in.
The threads
now raw
I’ll gather up
and knit again
this garment
for my Lord.
Come back my rambled soul,
be still, be whole
before you work again.
What use a broken dish
to feed a multitude.
It’s time to mend,
to tend.”
* ”Giobalach” is a descriptive Gaelic word, describing the tattered appearance of somebody.
Tattered – (‘Giobalach’*)
