The Cheerfulness that Keeps Breaking Through

  O gather up the brokenness And bring it to me now The fragrance of those promises You never dared to vow   The splinters that you carry The cross you left behind Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind   We were in kitchen, you and I. It was February, not long after we had received the worst of news. Outside it was still winter. I was cooking, and you were at the sink washing up. We were …