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Larry Schug


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Mending my leather mittens
for the third time this winter,
I sew them with waxed string
made to repair fishing nets,
hoping they’ll last
until the splitting maul rests
against the shrunken woodpile
and the hoe and spade come out of the shed.
Suddenly I find myself praying.
Blessed be those who have laced together
the splits at the seams of this world, 
repaired its threads of twisted waters.
Blessed be those who stitch together
the animals and the land,
repair the rends in the fabric
of wolf and forest,
of whale and ocean,
of condor and sky.
Blessed be those who are forever fixing
the tear between people and the rest of life.
May we all have enough thread,
may our needles be sharp,
may our fingers not throb or go numb.
May each of us find an apprentice,
someone who will take the needle from our hands
continue all the mending that needs to be done.
 
© by Larry Schug.
Used with the author’s permission.
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 Larry Schug, after a work life of various kinds of manual labor and learning, is retired—a career he says he was born for. Author of six collections of poetry, he lives with his wife, dog, and three cats near a large tamarack bog in St. Wendel Township, Minnesota.


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Jo:
Larry, this is a beautiful poem
Posted 02/14/2013 09:24 PM
Ginny C.:
This poem reads like a blessing. Lovely.
Posted 02/14/2013 08:17 PM
Janet Leahy:
Larry, I've sent your poem on to several friends, it is the poem we need in our world right now.
Posted 02/14/2013 06:46 PM
Donna Pflueger:
Larry, your words burrowed deep and your poem touched me with every line. Thank you for sharing it..and for Arrogant Bones...
Posted 02/14/2013 01:17 PM
marenomitchell:
This is a poem that does NOT need mending! Thanks!
Posted 02/14/2013 11:34 AM
jlschuster:
What a lovely poem. I am married to a handyman, not a romantic, and this made me reflect on those great skills.
Posted 02/14/2013 11:19 AM
pwax:
Amen to this fine poem!
Posted 02/14/2013 11:08 AM
transitions:
After I read your poem I found that 'peninsulapoet' had said exactly what I wanted to say...so ditto, ditto indeed... You made my day... Judy
Posted 02/14/2013 11:05 AM
peninsulapoet:
Beautiful in form and in philosophy. Thank you for the gift of your poem.
Posted 02/14/2013 09:20 AM
KevinArnold:
An apprentice, the passing-on of the needle, is the perfect way to end this poem.
Posted 02/14/2013 09:09 AM
Anjie:
Oh, Larry, I LOVE it!
Posted 02/14/2013 08:57 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
Very nice!
Posted 02/14/2013 08:51 AM
rksanders@charter.net:
This is beautiful. It will be posted near my desk where I can see it every day. It takes its place beside "The Peace of Wild Things." Blessed be poets like Larry.
Posted 02/14/2013 08:48 AM
John:
Why cast aside a faithful pair of gloves when they can be mended? May we retain with love all that has sustained and protected us. A good prayer.
Posted 02/14/2013 08:38 AM
Ralph Murre:
and (we hope) the menders shall inherit the earth. soon. thanks for a great poem.
Posted 02/14/2013 07:59 AM
jeanie:
beautiful prayer. thank you.
Posted 02/14/2013 07:11 AM
Dorcas:
My fingers are growing numb and my energy often is lax, but I go on. At least others admire me for my perseverence.
Posted 02/14/2013 05:47 AM


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