Finishing Touch
We
were basted together
In
a running stitch,
Cut
and pieced with others,
Sewn
loosely, then set aside--
A
forgotten project
Tossed
into a hope chest where
Slowly
the stitches rotted:
Dreams
forsaken...
Over
time, we found ourselves
Appliquéd
onto other comforters,
Paired
with other squares,
Part
of the scrap bag
We
placed ourselves in with
Our
decisions,
With
commitments only to trends
And
wild-patterned friends.
Until,
seams ripped from
Unseemly
unions,
We
existed for a while isolated
And
neglected,
Rags
in random bags of cutaways,
In
separate assortments--
Too
classic our colors,
Too
faded, smelling of dank rooms
And
incense...
But
remembering our early
Brilliance,
A
creative hand
Brought
us together,
Cleaned
the fabric of our souls,
Joined
our savage selvages,
And
serged us in a seam
Stronger
than the heartstrings.
We
are the art of combined
Pattern
and color:
Batiked
Prayer Flag in the wind,
Announcing
the travels
Of
love
And
the hope for peace,
In
the service of
Warmth,
shade, protection…
Together
By
choice and divine design,
All
that matters is the binding that
Sutured
our hearts together,
So
that it is hard to tell by feel
Where
one of us ends
And the other begins...
And the other begins...
But
looking beneath
Our joined surface,
Our joined surface,
Anyone
can see:
That
hidden seam is
Our
Finishing Touch.
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Finishing Touch Quilt by Kelley Suzanne McCrory |
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