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A Stitch In Time... By Ophelia Mae Hancock August 23, 2022 I need serenity in a place where I can hide I need serenity nothing changes days go by * Such as it is for me, the neverending stitches that weave I feel compelled to create them Weave them Draw my needle through the unweilding fabric that just seems so thick, so tough I must pull the thread slowly, it cannot knot, it cannot break Else I have to cut and begin again Having no idea where the fraying may begin or end I inevitbly stab my guiding finger No thimble for me No shield No protection I must be pure and true to my purpose But my blood stains the beautiful squares The squares that, although quite different, are meant to become one It seems as if my purpose is to bring them together A bit of crimson seems a small price to pay They should take my bloody sacrifice It is graciously given They should take what, deep in my cells, makes me just me What leads me to my dedication to them Wholly and separately from any other being, any other source No other hand could weave them with such a delicate and intricate manner as mine None could be more nimble than mine I sit, burning the midnight oil, while the world sleeps My glasses perched upon my nose, such that I can see See the beautiful differences, and sense how each one fits into place Line up the edges of each square Assure they are quite even, quite fitting in their positions They must be perfect It is my task at hand I must finish before dawn I'm a work on it, pray on it, and stay in it ** The bright light of my trusty lamp is nearly more than I can stand Yet it has always been with me, but has never shined this bright before in all my life But it must be a beacon A port within the storm Regardless of my eyes watering with its strength It must be This masterpiece is destined to be created, and created by just me alone I am blessed with the task at hand Yet I also feel cursed It is such an intricate struggle, but the suffering conveys its own beauty Nothing worth having comes easy I belong to it, much as if a deed were placed on my body and soul It will soon be beautiful It will soon comfort and warm It will soon be much as a mother's arms around her baby It will nurture It will most certainly not be in vain So, I stitch well into the wee hours I rest not, I have a higher calling A seamstress of the soul I glance up from my dedication to see the break of dawn I have weathered the storm I have fought the good fight I feel as if I have won But from what have I won? I have not sensed a war, a struggle. I have only felt compelled to create one from many So, I allow myself a sigh of relief from my toil I indulge myself with a sense of pride and satisfaction from my perservenance I have answered my calling I neatly clip the last stray thread from my finished project I lovingly fold it in a most orderly way I smooth my hands over it with great care It must be perfect I hear the knock at my door I peak out, seeing that the sun has not quite peaked The prolific grasses are still damp with dew I open the door I see him, the leader who has commissioned my labor I am happy and relieved to see his presence Knowing he will value such I greet him, and although pride is a sin, I cannot help but to gush Althea graciously hands her labor of love to Duke “Thank you for your efforts” states Duke “My pleasure” exclaims Althea She hands her treasure over to its rightful owner, giving it one last caress before parting “I can tell you have expressed love” sighs Duke “Yes I have” sighs Althea. “We will care for it, we will treasure it” assures Duke Althea is able to release her treasure, feeling it will be adored. Althea feels a sense of gratification that she was able to express her love She watches with joy as Duke walks away with her child But once he rounds the corner, she catches a dismaying glimpse In her mind's eye, she can see her child dragging upon the dirty dewy ground She is crestfallen How can one toss aside the pure love she has imparted She has asked for nothing in return She has only wanted to love How can they be so blind Althea closes the door and puts away her needle * Godsmack – Serenity ** Tricky – My Evil Is Strong |