I sit with her while she knits.
She casts on and off those things
to bring a piece together.
Needles of grace and mercy
pearl of great price.
May her curled hands
wield through the emptiness
to draw comfort together.
May her unraveled heart
find a covering once again.
Hope, like wool, natural beads.
I will sit with the clicking, ticking,
like a beating of brokenness
and sleep lightly in love.
Come, Great Shepherd
and offer her the shearing’s
of a precious lamb.
Remind her of when you
carried her when she felt lost.
The very threads that hung on her
became a scarf around your neck
until she was brought home.
Yes, I will sit with her while she knits.
Redemption will fit perfectly
as she brings a peace together.
For Barbara
© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.
Gerald the Writer 
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