I have gone to the God who holds me
as he has always held me,
whole and entire.
But you have come today
with scraps of my life in your pockets,
a piece here,
a piece there,
maybe just a tiny
corner,
faded and frayed,
to make of me
a crazy
patchwork quilt.
It is what it is,
as it was what it was.
Take it and use it.
And if it should keep someone warm
on a cold night,
or the memory of a memory of a pattern
shape you somehow,
it will do,
and I shall be glad.
March 9 2017
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