Mosaic Maker

The Abstract

The mosaic maker stands in piles of stained-glass shrapnel, sifting through verbs and nouns with bloodied fingers. She struggles to find places for stillborn starvation midnight-hued -cides and sold. She seeks a strong cement and strains to see the Pattern in which all things (this, hard beauty) hold together. Melissa Weaver Melissa Weaver lives in Harrisonburg, Virginia, […]

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Poetry by Melissa Weaver

The mosaic maker stands

in piles of stained-glass shrapnel,

sifting through verbs and nouns

with bloodied fingers.

She struggles to find places for

stillborn

starvation

midnight-hued -cides and

sold.

She seeks a strong cement

and strains to see the Pattern

in which all things (this, hard beauty)

hold together.

Melissa Weaver


Melissa Weaver lives in Harrisonburg, Virginia, where she manages to tend to a steady husband, a preschooler, toddler, and baby, an unruly backyard garden, and occasionally a poem or two. A former English and English Language Learner teacher, she seeks to be deeply rooted in her neighborhood, building relationships with kids and families who have come from all over the world. There’s a place for her at the Trinity’s table, and she is learning that’s enough. She and her family find fellowship at Harrisonburg Mennonite Church. Her work has appeared in The Christian CenturyMothers Always Write, The Anabaptist Journal of Australia and New Zealand, and Transforming, a publication of Virginia Mennonite Missions.