She Knits

I sit with her while she knits.

She casts on and off those things

to bring a piece together.

Needles of grace and mercy

pearl of great price.

 

May her curled hands

wield through the emptiness

to draw comfort together.

 

May her unraveled heart

find a covering once again.

Hope, like wool, natural beads.

 

I will sit with the clicking, ticking,

like a beating of brokenness

and sleep lightly in love.

 

Come, Great Shepherd

and offer her the shearing’s

of a precious lamb.

 

Remind her of when you

carried her when she felt lost.

The very threads that hung on her

became a scarf around your neck

until she was brought home.

 

Yes, I will sit with her while she knits.

Redemption will fit perfectly

as she brings a peace together.

 

For Barbara

 

© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.

 

 

 

 

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10 thoughts on “She Knits

  1. deep emotions in this…what a great metaphor in those knitting needles, on how we string life together, trying to make sense of it…
    May her curled hands
    wield through the emptiness
    to draw comfort together… love that you sat with her..

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