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Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Fabric of Love

Psalm 13913: You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother's womb.





I’m winding prayers onto spools.
Every night
and morning—
In between-- 
for those who need it.
A sort of Oompa Loompa
feeding into the atmosphere with
material made of my soul.
Fortunately,
I’m not alone.
This colorful tapestry of prayer
can unravel like crocheted pieces
that need to be reworked.
Quite a global mega project.
When hearts are bursting with pain,
We clasp hands to each other embracing those we love--
Kiss them on the cheek--
glad they’re alive.
We are knit together.
Collective tears drop into floods--
 or get lost in rubble--
quakes in Italy--
homes burning in California.
There are children running from bombs in 2016!
Babies are dying.
It’s time to untangle the anger.
And some people
add to the drama
because they are mad
sad
or just plain bad.
Children dodging bombs in Syria?
Shootings here--there and everywhere?
A 7 year old tried to sell his teddy bear for food—last week in Ohio.
Here--in the U.S. A.
We’re up to our ears in knots!
Can we weave our prayers together?
A tighter--powerful hold—
create a peaceful pattern--

double and triple stitched from the spools of our prayers?

6 comments:

  1. You have said many of my feelings in such sadly beautiful words.

    cheers, parsnip and thehamish

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  2. Weaving prayers together is the strongest weapon.

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  3. Fabric of love is far preferable to the blanket of hate. Beautiful.

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