Diary Entry 13

Our History as written,

binds us to self;

like quilt squares, alone

sit on a shelf.

Yet thread them together,

and something magical happens;

for one leads to another

and without sew would be broken.

Our Seamstress with care

gives life to disorder,

providing chaos an image;

pattern now moves us forward.

What do we do

with what is now bound?

Provide warmth and poetry

to those that heed found.

For pieces that once

through one were once strew,

the beauty that all

sewn together forms you!

So embrace all your pieces

by His golden string.

For without one or the other

your soul would not sing.