Running stitches round a hem
Running down and up again
Piecing quilts and piecing dreams
Mending hearts and mending seams
Sewing love in many ways
Sowing seeds for future days
Pinning patterns for a shirt
Pinning plans that somehow work
Cutting fabric, cutting losses
Patching tears and patching bruises
Basting hopes in fragile strings
Basing faith on unseen things
The ache was only a mirror
A hard glass wall of fear
A trick of the light
To obscure my sight
And keep only sorrow near
The wish was only a star
A twinkling glow afar
A promise of light
That blinks out of sight
A distracting repertoire
The life was only an act
A shell with stuffing packed
A play thing too light
To keep within sight
And let me keep hiding from fact
What will happen if I let go?
Is it okay if I don’t know?
Will I see before it’s too late?
Will I lose out if I wait?
How can I survive this change?
What happens when life’s rearranged?
Will I lose the things I need?
Will I know how to succeed?
How can I keep myself on track?
How can I keep from looking back?
Will I know how to make it through?
Can I be strong and wise and true?
Clinging to a pumpkin leaf
The monarch’s fuzzy wings unfurled
To coal-black splotches ringed in orange
A tiny jewel in the world
Wild flowers glowed with dew
The monarch’s thread-like tongue uncurled
To drink the nectar, sweet and clear
A tiny jewel in the world
When the shimmering sun was high
The azure sky with clouds was swirled
Up—up—the monarch soared away
A tiny jewel in the world
Today I doubt, today I cry
I look for answers I can’t find
I ask why is this suffering – why
Do we just fall further behind
Tomorrow I will try again
Tomorrow could be better, sure
I believe we still will win
All we can do now is endure
I cry for help, to see, to know
The answers to show us the way
To set us free from this great foe
Break through the night to light of day
Sunset streaking bright across the sky
A Midwestern show of Northern lights
A Master Painter’s canvas hung so high
Iridescent colors flung like kites
A backdrop of the richest purple hue
Blending upward to a royal blue
In contrast to the flaming yellow glow
At the horizon that in upward flow
Alights on layered clouds in dark repose
Transforming into fuchsia, ruby, rose
And shines up to illuminate still higher
Great arcs of orange fluorescent fire
In minutes this dramatic show will fade
To engulf the sky in night and shade
But still the Artist paints it at this hour
To remind us of His love and power
