Threading You Bare

Today is your birthday.

And every moment before this “after”

has been pulled through

and knotted over

by God Himself.

And what a beautiful tapestry

(except for where I spilled

the wine and used

the wrong stain remover).

But here we are.

Here you are.

Still all the same

but even better for it.

And how can that be?

What is this thing

that undoes all

the terrible

I often seem

to do?

His grace.

His forever peace.

His unconditional understanding.

And the only gift

I ever want for you

is to know this,

deep down,

and to never waver.

Which you never will,

if you let Him

continue the work

of threading

you bare.