Thursday April 7, 2011 NaPoWriMo Day 7

Today is Thursday. It rained last night, a rare happening in the desert. This morning was a solid grey. The thick clouds are beginning to break in the west. A bright light of golden silver shines through.

NaPoWriMo Day 7

Sewing mends the soul. --author unknown

(Often when you see, "author unknown"
Or "anonymous," it is a woman
But not important enough
To remember her name"





To Sew/ To Mend the Soul
A needle is selected
Long, sharp and straight
Sturdy thread
Finds the eye

The needle pierces the
Fabric of the soul
Tiny stitches are taken
In, out... in, out
A meditation of sorts

The one who sews
Pictures herself
Mending her heart
The layout of her work
Known only to herself alone

Perhaps she is making
A baby dress
A blanket
An apron
Curtains to shield
From prying eyes

Armed with the knowledge
Of many different stitches
The afternoon slips away
The sounds from the hall clock
Count the seconds
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The needle goes in, out... in, out

The sun sinks in the west
The work is finished for the day
The one who sews
Mends her heart
adding decorative stitches
Sewing her past
And her present
Joining the inside
To meet the outside

Creating a whole
Of who she is
Patching the holes
Securing the frayed edges
One with her own soul
Tick, tock... in, out,
Tick, tock... in, out