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.
Gerald the Writer 
You have such a beautiful talent. I rarely comment, but please know that I love reading your work. ♥
Thanks for stopping by Kristen. Peace.
love that call to remind her…made me think of my mom, who knits…when she was laid up with a broken leg she would sit and knit while we talked or sat with her….
Thanks Brian.
Beautiful write. Vivid and full of love.
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Thanks … She is the inspiration quite often of my writing. So glad you stopped by.
I know all about that inspiration thing, Jerry. My Sherry is my inspiration!
Nice, quiet words. “Redemption will fit perfectly” – i like that.
That concept is all we can hang onto sometimes.
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..