The world is coming apart at the seams.
A stitched and restitched garment
Now, tearing
Everywhere.
I awake from tossing and turning,
Sleep that gives no rest,
From dreaming a companion seamstress,
Abandoned me midst ragged scraps.
My body is heavier than a mountain.
The weight of grief and hopelessness,
Countless tons of it,
Pins me, motionless to my bed.
But I must rise and stitch,
Though the garment is split far beyond my skill—
Rips gaping and subtle,
Ancient and new,
Fissures spread across the earth,
Among and between the nations
And now to us.
My thread is thin and frayed,
My craft, rudimentary and crude,
My tools modest:
Needle, thread and vision:
Do no harm.
Ease suffering.
Embrace what is and learn from it.
These, my implements for mending.
With them I practice sewing.
Insert the needle gently,
Draw thread
Through tattered fabric,
Hold it tenderly,
Mending its ruptures.
Come seamstress, tailor, join me.
Draw threads of love and beauty,
Kindness, patience, truth,
Through our torn world,
Stitching it back together again.
With All Due Respect 
Beautiful Moriah. ð¤
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That describes it exactly. Many of us are in the boat with you. We all have to keep on sewing.
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Beautiful tender words Moriah of threading love to tend the seams of togetherness Thank you for mending our heartsLove and prayers irena🙏💕 blessings of healing please dear Lord to all of us and our weary world✨🌲🕊❤️🩹Sent from my iPhone
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Moriah – Sending you greetings for Christmas and thanks for “The World Is Coming Apart At The Seams.” It captures as one our deep concerns and abiding hope. May this season be one of substantial mending for us all. Blessings and peace.
Gail Thibaudeau Bellucci
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Thank you for your response, Gail and for your Christmas greetings. Blessings and peace in return. Moriah
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From Tod Rodger:
“Thank you.
Painful.
Thoughtful.
Beautiful.
Hopeful?”
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