In the fabric of my life,
When the string with your name on it,
Was pulled out,
The whole tapestry came undone…
There I sat,
Carelessly strewn across the floor,
A knotted up, messy ball, threadbare,
Disheveled, unrecognizable.
Until the day came,
When I decided,
To take a chance,
On God’s handiwork…
With dexterous love and care,
He refashioned my life brand new,
From the inside out.
Using a sturdier fabric this time…
Lifetime warranty,
Guaranteed to never again unravel,
Without consent,
Or without God’s Will.
But in humanness, as life,
Will always find a kink or two,
To be tailored and reshaped,
With God’s love…no payment due.
The finishing touch, gladly accepted,
A label affixed,
On the fabric of my existence,
“God’s property…Handle with loving kindness.“
-Gilda Patricia