The Quilt

We weave a quilt that makes our life

Through night and day success and strife

The threads we once sold

Return to us when we're old

The seams careful hands sewn in lines

Appear ripped fragments of our times

With patches many tears

Make this garment thin and bare

Careful eyes see where it's been

Albeit ragged torn and thin

Follow stitches see where it goes

Scarred and battered its wisdom we know

The pattern leads to an end

The time when we complete the mend

Turn it over find a cloth to wear

Crawl right in a shroud to bear

A patchwork bright and bold

Shows the many years we are old

As the procession fades past

Our handiwork is done at last

The quilt on display can we find

Until God seals the tomb of our mind

Until that day has come to pass

When our soul is free at last.

Andrew Griffin