A Yarn Intercession
Saturday, December 29, 2007
A poem by Sally Miller
The yarn feels good between my fingers
It spins and swirls capably
As if it were weaving itself
Instead of being crafted
I like seeing the skein unwind
On the hardwood floor
Preparing for
Another row of stitches
The creation: a scarf
Grows like a sunflower in my yard
With nurture and joy aiming for sun
Measurably and artfully stretching
My needles click a song of
Hopeful intercession
May she grow in Grace
And Wisdom and Amusement
Rows link increasing in
Patterned purpose
A prayer woven on the
Loom of me
