It sheltered me daily
It covered my wounds
It kept me safe
It was comfortable
The occasional yarns that dangled
or sprout forth
Were quickly yanked away or shorn down
No need for them. What I had
clothed me
One day Father Jim hugged meA priest on a airplane ride
I was always afraid of priests
His Mr. Rogers sweater was pilled and
heavily laden with miscolored shreds
from travels
bumping up
against rough surfaces, forests of stray colors
and threads lay pocketed
My gleaming bracelet within the hug
caught his sweater
As I struggled to release it , the threads on his sweater pulled longer
He stood still in my struggle
Non engaged, yet engaged in my folly of struggle
I stopped. The bracelet released.
The yarn retreated. Another point on his road mapped
sweater
My sweater
It covered only wounds...my healing was not visible
My sweater
It was safe... but not engaging with others
My sweater
It was comfortable.... from what I knew of the past
Yes.It was comfortable.... I let no one in, nor let new things sprout
So now... a new sweater... certainly!
Now I notice it's imperfections and am in awe of the perfection in us all when we rest
in our heavenly grace and uniqueness.
No need to struggle... All the threads are woven together. Unravel your perfection! You will find your wounds healed!!!
Very nice, Susan! Great insights...
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