PAD Challenge day 10: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) of (blank),” replace the
blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your
poem, and then, write your poem.
Oh, the sacred stitches in what slips away with ease
weaving from mere moments a lifetime of memories
That which seems so staying in its present tense of trust
That which keeps us praying as it tries and teaches us
That which makes us humble where we are so prone to pride
That which startles us with ways as old as Father Time
That which rouses laughter up to rafters of blue sky
That for which we weep in utter grief and joy, oh my
That which cheers and vexes, velvet and Velcro infused
That which turns us old with ballet slippers and
work boots
That which plants and gathers, grants the lyric to the
tune
That which binds and scatters, wind unraveling the bloom
That which grips and itches as it slips through us with
ease
Weaves with sacred stitches a lifetime of memories
no one can return from The Great Beyond to tell us its Mysteries...
but one thing is sure; we will all find out for ourselves and who knows when?
Have you made room in your heart for the Greatest Love of All?
I am the Lord, and there is no other; apart from me there is no God. I will strengthen you, though you have not acknowledged me, 6 so that from the rising of the sun to the place of its setting people may know there is none besides me. I am the Lord, and there is no other. 7 I form the light and create darkness, I bring prosperity and create disaster; I, the Lord, do all these things.
8 “You heavens above, rain down my righteousness; let the clouds shower it down. Let the earth open wide, let salvation spring up, let righteousness flourish with it; I, the Lord, have created it.
9 “Woe to those who quarrel with their Maker, those who are nothing but potsherds among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Does your work say, ‘The potter has no hands’? 10 Woe to the one who says to a father, ‘What have you begotten?’ or to a mother, ‘What have you brought to birth?’
11 “This is what the Lord says— the Holy One of Israel, and its Maker: Concerning things to come, do you question me about my children, or give me orders about the work of my hands? 12 It is I who made the earth and created mankind on it. My own hands stretched out the heavens; I marshaled their starry hosts.
