Sewn

When You stitched together skin 

To cover our vulnerability 

Let us drop the leaves 

That were inadequate 

Did you take on flesh and bone? 

When you became the seamstress 

Piecing together fresh hides first created with words, 

now remade and refashioned 

Into a new design for the naked and ashamed 

Did you prick your finger, spilling blood?

Labor of love to clothe your helpless children. 

I see now that bloody kindness 

Was a prototype for the milky robe 

Waiting our final fitting 

After crossing that Jordan 

Wet and bedraggled weary travelers 

Welcomed with the finest cloak 

Prodigal Love could procure for us 

Making us whole and Home 

Once again.