To repent is
in some small, frayed
way to unknit
the fabric which has
woven my portrait in
such intricate and
fascinating, colourful
and false threads,
pulling on the lie,
knotted and crinkled,
winding it back into
a small, dyed ball,
a little planet ready
to be moulded into
something less
deceptively complete,
waiting with the patience
of yarn in a bowl
for the hook and the
needle, for the hands
of the Creator
to guide it into
re-presenting
(the image of)
something true
This piece first appeared at the Episcopal Cafe
over the water 