When the fabric of our community
Tears itself apart
You and I can be menders
Who calm each grief torn heart
Who stitch by stitch restore our common unity
Who darn and patch and seam and hem
Our frayed and tattered faith
The divine cloth of inspiration
That there is no us or them
Begin to sew and make it so
With tears and hugs and smiles
Seams of caring, compassion, kindness
Quilts of understanding
Banners that welcome wanderers
Into our homes from far across the miles
We can be menders, you and I
Here, look, I'll show you how
Pick up your scissors, needle, thread
The time to start is now
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