A Blessing for Picking Up the pieces Blessed are you, who pick up the pieces: who gather sticks and saw down limbs, who drag away the broken branches and rake up what you can amid chaos only to turn and see that somehow destruction still remains. Blessed are you, the carriers: those who carry water bottles in parking lots, who carry boxes of donations into the gym. those who carry small children around the house with no power, those who carry their own needs, and the needs of others. Blessed are you, who repair what has been broken: the fallen power lines, the toppled fences, the dwindling morale, the wounded spirits. Pt1