Askew,
The world pulled the thread
of my fragile existence, and I
unraveled to nothing.
God found
a lump of thread unsure
of use.
Colored fragments of His
image.
Unhindered by my
knotted abuse
He untangled and restored order.
Knit me together, humming
tenderly as He wove my new life,
pink with purpose.
Woven into a tapestry of eternity.
I am a sturdy cord of three strands,
no longer alone.