(Wendy Cabell, August 14, 2020, forefeast of the Dormition/Assumption of the Mother of God. Poem inspired by the (July -August) 2020 Jesuit Week Retreat via Knock Shrine, Ireland.)
Knitterwoman God
(After Renee Bozarth; a meditation on Psalm 138)
Knower of my frame
tangled threads, snarled
breaths, how I have marred
Your handiwork,
Your hands, soft, strong
O wonder!, do tend.
Unfurl, sweep
sort. Til peace
reweaves. Even stronger
than before. How is it,
breathing now, Cure. Curio. Curious
'bout this thing within me. This
tiny seed. This cure you
spun
before
this mess
ever came
to be.
Knitterwoman God
shake, smooth me
out. 'Till settled once more, Your
love wraps 'round. Warms this
quilt fresh mended. This story
unended. Ever.
Knitterwoman God,
remake.
Amen.
*See Renee Bozarth's Bakerwoman God
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