The Fabric of My Existence

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