Sewing my soul together

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I get out my sewing gear

In the quiet times of life,

When I need to mend the tears

Torn by stress and strife.

I hold my soul so carefully

And look at every part.

I hope that light will come to me.

As I wonder how to start.

I take my needle out

With love thread through its heart

I scrutinise each inch

And then I start to stitch

In the quietness of the night

You heal me all the time.

You talk to me in dreams

And I write them down in rhymes.

Keep the cocoon whole

Till the soul’s completely there,

Then through its love sewn cloth

A butterfly will flare.