Blanket poem

This is a first-draft of a poem I wrote during church on Sunday... may have been longer if my Palm's batteries weren't nearly empty but right now I'm not sure if I'm going to expand it or not, just needed to put it somewhere that I could find it again later! Feel free to comment on it if you feel so moved.



Hands worked magic, weaving a blanket
just for me
as my own hands formed -
miraculously
tiny fingers to tangle in their steadfast stitches
clutch tight
to these threads
holding so firmly to this new life.

(started 2007.03.04.11.04)