Monday, August 23, 2010

St. Rose of Lima (patron of embroiderers, gardeners & florists)

God shuffled his feet

leading us back home.

We kicked the rotten apples

in our way, stepped on every

crack in the sidewalk.

He looked at the sky and said,

There are errors in this stitching,

something wrong with the way

you hold your needles.

Our only instructions said

to make it bright, and

to make the clouds tremble.

We didn’t know there

was a way to fail.

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