Quilting Angel
I saw the quilting angel
as she quilted in my dreams.
She quilted with the weirdest things
Not just with cloth and strings.
I saw she added Furniture
Like antique beds and swings.
Baby cradles ~ rocking chairs
and dolls and children's things.
She Added in at least two men
sewing them each down tight.
I noticed all but one had come undone
Just before the dawns new light.
I had watched her quilt ~for hours now
As I slept the night away.
I decided to ask to see her quilt
before My dreams passed into Day!
Come and Look she sang to me
Before any words I said.
I am quilting up your life
from birth until you're dead.
I saw the swings and children's things
and knew how they would fit.
I saw the balls and bats and dolls
and even a catchers mitt.
I saw some tears But smiles as well
some kids and dogs and a tree.
I laughed and glowed as she proudly showed
what a mosaic my life would be!
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