When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken,
Do not clutch it,
Let the wound lie open.
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in,
To bathe the wound with salt,
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it,
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell,
And let it ring.
Let it go. Let it out,
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be,
A new path on which to travel.
~Michael Leunig, When I talk to you: A cartoonist talks to God
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