My Telly’s broken.
I turn it on and nothing happens.
How I hate things that don’t work.
Why can’t things always work right?
I must call the TV mender!
For all sorts of people,
mending things is their livelihood.
They puzzle it out, find what’s gone wrong,
work out what to change,
and have great joy when it works again.
The noisy washing machine running quietly now,
the leaky roof keeping the rain out now,
the suburban jungle a peaceful garden now,
the broken ankle back on a squash court now,
the person with a heart transplant climbing hills now,
the criminal going straight and helping others now,
two with a broken relationship in agreement now.
Does Someone understand a mender’s ways?
Someone who feels the struggles and the joy?
Someone who gets joy in rescuing a sinner?
Oh, the telly’s OK now. It was only the fuse.
Peter Dixon