In the end
we will be patches
on a quilt,
vibrantly ourselves
in color and pattern
but sewn by the patient
hand of God
into a seamless Shalom
and when He is finished
we will not hang uselessly
from a bed-end
or, worse, a wall,
as proof of a project
successfully accomplished
but drawn tight against His back,
ends overlapping His chest,
we will perfectly and finally
fulfill our purposes:
to warm Him
as He watches the sunrise
from the window
of a gray - shadowed room,
cold and naked from the night.
WE ARE MOVING!
12 years ago
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