low tide

remnants of shells

offered by waves

trampled underfoot

an endless season of separation 

division

masked or bare-faced

cardboard signs plead for justice

while status quo savors history

barriers 

built and fiercely defended

band-aids in tandem 

unpierced arms wait

hope

whispers of regular days

deposit anxiety

exhaustion 

fear

help me gather the gains 

and tally the losses

from a tucked-away season

hand me a basket

for the crumbs

fragments

nourish our souls 

starving for unity

distribute

reassemble

every

fragment

Lord

remake us

epoxy us

affix us

make us

whole

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