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Become a minister of the Eucharist
And, see the world.

Ours is a world of hands
Human hands – opened
And, of human hands – receiving.

Two hands held near heart, uplifted!
With faces and eyes gazing in reverence.
Of vulnerability, at the Gift.
In sharing, of commonality.

How can I not know
That I am safe in this world.
When I see these hands?

I am knocked down onto my knees
By this holy experience, of shared belief
That there is more to this world
Than any of us can see while in our human bodies.

In wavelike lines, waiting our turn, and we trust.
Every week we receive, as if medicine.
Our sharing in this ritual of Eucharist.

Though, here in Church, we are disconnected
From the streets and the lights of the city
In which our lives really occur.
Daily living, filled with chores that have become duties.

Where the world is – of voices.
Talk, and waiting for another turn,
To talk again.

Now I know and understand
That our God is a God of Silence
And, my heart sings with relief!

I can go anywhere.
I can be anyone.
I already am!

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting
Poet and writer who uses all things textile – as a distraction.

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We compare life
To a journey.
“The road of life!”
We are the people,
On the road.

Going somewhere?
Planning something?
Have you a drawing or map?
Goals?
Intentions?
Dreams?

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A decision made
Is thought to be
A twist or turn
A left, perhaps a hard right
A direction
On the road.

That is your life.
Our life.

 

I sometimes like
To let the colors
Come together.
As if I’m not looking.
All in the same color family,
Yet, opposites can work.

Rarely a perfect match.
Always the perfect relationship.
A patchwork!
A reunion!
Chance!

I just happened to be in the right place,
At the right time!

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

ImageStitches leave spaces.

I’ve poked into the spaces
Wrapped, round and round.
I tied the ends, inside.

The piece is more alive, now.
It has a new feeling,
As if it is stretching toward –

Something?

Is it on a journey that only God knows?
Then, how is it possible,
That it was my hands that did the doing?

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting …

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