Unraveled (a poem)

A purple ball of wool yarn, with two silver knitting needles poking through it, is nestled within a white, tan, and brown knit scarf, beside two browned leaves, on a white wooden table.

the needles were once
in capable hands
though having been grasped
they resided with man

the power now his
a pattern he made
as the intended design
had started to fade

having not seen his folly
until it was done
he reveled in foolishness
believing it fun

finding too late
that his fate had been turned
his whole world ending
the bridges all burned

then without hesitation
he gave up control
with nothing to offer
and nowhere to go

tugging the strand
his life comes undone
but as it unravels
he trusts in the one
who knit him together
to fix it again
knowing that this
is just part of His plan

he’s now happy to live
one stitch at a time
watching the Knitter
work His design

 



~ elr

 




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