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?