O Eternal Knitter, Most Creative Potter,
you who gather pieces in the whirl of chaos
and create a beautiful new whole:
hold me together.
I am unraveling, chipping;
my shoulders are tight with knots
my spirit is raw from spinning
and the world is quaking
with the madness of its own violence.
What can be done? I am at a loss…
If I crumble
(as I suspect I shall)
will you be gentle and gracious
to catch and seek out whatever might still be
useful and sound from what has broken?
Will you please
make something new
as only you can?
Put what can be found
by your hands
and restore me
to your purpose, I pray.