A poem about discernment

Mother's Quilt

Cool morning mist
Floating over the pond
Cotton batting yielding
To Mother's invitation

Pay attention to the
Patches of story
Soon to be woven
By Her nimble fingers

The thin threads
Of desire effortlessly
Run through
Needle's impossible eye

Sheet of muslin
Ground of being
Floated across
the Quilter's table

And then batting is
Spread and lovingly
smoothed to become
The comforting in-between

Patches of color
Each telling a story
Red's passions
Gray's doubts

Green's invitation
Blue's cleansing
And dark shades too
Are formed into a mosaic

Now comes the miracle
When She pushes the
Needle through one patch
And then the other

Though soft batting
And then muslin
Back again and again
With gentle practiced precision

The fine stitches
Bind together love's
Wild narrative into
One story that when

The restless sojourner
Pulls over chilled shoulders
Sinks into a warm
And comfortable rest

Comments

[tadd]

nice
love the imagery
esp the Mother sowing