Poem: Living Through The Mistakes

Living Through The Mistakes

It is not the stuff of museums, not art.
It is work,
restoration. Slow, painstaking work.

At times, it fails. You begin again.
It can be frustrating.
It can be disappointing.

It is an act of faith,
living through the mistakes,
faith that somewhere, sometime

you will create something beautiful.
And then, victorious for the moment,
begin again.

About this poem.

I was going to title this “Restoration Never Ends” but this title caught the real spirit of restoration, being it of things, or ourselves.

The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village.


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