Writings shared by
Zipporah Thaler
member of
The Mending Word
10 Part Series

When a core element of your world –

What you know, see and believe to be –

Is taken away,

Be it by sight, trust, or death,

Even if that one thing can be restored,

Your world will never be the same.

We keep on living, breathing, hardly

How?

Can we choose?

Do we get free will?

Is it fair?

I heard once that love doesn’t leave us,

We choose to leave love.

Is that fair?

Do we get to choose?

When a large chunk of our foundation has crumbled

Our life lays lopsided around the ruins.

We hurt

We cry

We crumble with it.

What’s left is shaken

But still exists.

With each piercing breathe we take in

We can choose.

We can choose to grab onto

The floating fragments of faith.

Fit it into the crevices of the cracked heart.

Allow the space to ease open

Close your eyes and feel into the

Flowing waters of the divine love.

We can choose

To laugh into expansion

To create from the chaos of disruption

It is our choice.

Is it fair?

We are living, breathing, hardly

But we can build

Build into our new world with pieces of the past

That we cherished.

Cherish them more.

Love them harder.

Laugh a little louder

Live a little better

Believe greater

Surrender

To the sweet sounds of life

Because we are still living, breathing

Hardly,

But being.

Writings shared by anonymous member of
The Mending Word
10 Part Series

…this memory teaches me that when all is said and done, happiness comes from the simple, quiet moments. All I need is a place to call home; people to call home.

People and relationships are the most important things to me, then and even more so now.

My peak memory is a quiet Friday night, safely surrounded by the people I love most in the world - sleeping, but there.

This memory taught me that to be content is to feel that nothing is missing in this moment. How can I ever feel that again, when it will never be true?