this morning the
black sky
falls
down
in tiny pearls and
she
takes the flowers
from her hair and
picks
out
the threads that
bind
her heart to
yours so that you
can
remake
her—one painful
stitch at a time.
15 comments:
Lovely, Laura.
this is the cry of a counselor's heart ...
Oh...
Beautiful.
I feel that stitch as I read this. Painfully beautiful.
"one painful stitch at a time" - that's how we heal, isn't it? Evocative and well said, friend.
yes, it's true, though I wish it weren't. longing for that day when every tear will be wiped away.
Thank you, Amy. Yes, these things do hurt, don't they? Seeing with eyes of faith--this is what I pray for every day.
Oh, oh - a poem from Laura. I have missed these so much. Thank you. And oh, the stitching hurts sometimes.
Beautiful....
The needle hurts as we get mended back together again! But soon all is joy
Hi Laura
Just like a beautiful embroidery, we only feel the prick of the needle at the bottom, but He sees the beautiful picture He is creating!
Much love
Mia
Really captures the experience of painful renewal... sometimes I wish He would hurry it up a bit though... thank you for this poem.
Laura, this is just plain beautiful.....the tailor, fitting our days together, taking the mis matched pieces of us. lovely.
it's amazing how when we are stitched to Him, that we actually have freedom to fly.
blessings
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