Don't have a title for this; came through a quotes list. I liked it. I assume it's a prayer. Going into my cuttings file.

Gather my broken fragments to a whole,
As these four quarters make a shining day.
Into thy basket, for my golden bowl,
Take up the things that I have cast away
In vice or indolence or unwise play.
Let mine be a merry, all-receiving heart,
But make it a whole, with light in every part.

... George Macdonald, Diary of an Old Soul [1880]

-- Anonymous, November 17, 2001