Monday, April 19, 2010
What if I didn't sing out?
And instead sang down through my feet...
the ones that stand barefoot on the kitchen floor.
What if I didn't love in a straight line?
But instead hopped and skipped and jumped...
up and down, left and right...around...
spiraling down to the Center.
What if God's stitches are crooked?
Could I bare such a perfect Glory?
I can! I can as you encourage me to stand on this rock with eyes on the horizon...
knowing I carry the beginning stitches in my hem.
Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern --
it will come out a rose by and by.
Life it like that...one stitch at a time, taken patiently.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
Felt - hand-sewn birdy, 2004.