TRAGEDY TO TAPESTRY

​Lament the beautiful wanderer, weighted by her own wool. Tangled and matted with bits of everything she fumbles through. Can’t cut loose by her own will. Cries still. Stuck until a shepherd finds her at a low and hidden place. Clears her face. Shears all the waste. Again. He piles the wool until the floor is full, then begins to clean and pull every little strand. Running across his weathered hand. Twisting and turning all that was thick into thin. Redeeming again what would have surely brought her death. Now into warp and weft. Weaving line and order form what once had destroyed her into a garment to cover. A tapestry of color. (Isaiah 61:3)