Special Issue - Nine Eleven

Threadbare

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

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