TO MEND A HEART
Keeping pace in a crowded race
With plans laid out for my stride,
I saw off the path a wounded heart
And I almost passed it by.
Yet while others ran on, I walked alone
Not knowing what price I’d pay
For walking a road never taken before
But with love, I looked for a way . . .
To mend a heart,
Repair its tear,
Share its life,
Bring hope to despair.
With strength and faith
I’ll be prepared
To do my part
To mend a heart.
By Connie Carlisle Polley, 2018-2019