Monday Ponderings {November 7th}

Gather my broken fragments to a whole,

As these four quarters make a shining day.

Into thy basket, for my golden bowl,

Take up the things that I have cast away

In vice or indolence or unwise play.

Let mine be a merry, all-receiving heart,

But make it a whole, with light in every part.

George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul

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