By Molly Swan-Sheeran
I am threadbare, worn and weary, tired, spent, with the cost of understanding. Reaching out my spirit, stretched, trembling, I beg the Greatness for healing of those beloved, and protection from harm from strangers, who are beloved but unknown. Draining the strength of my heart, on my knees, o let me be a strong part of the great fabric. o let me darn what is damned, mend what is torn hold together, with my weak hands, long enough for thy will to be done.
©2001 Molly Swan-Sheeran