you weave such beauty
into the world,
with such attention
to the little things,
the design and pattern of our days...
Help us to stop,
to breathe,
to lift your delicate creation
into vision;
to see your delicate stitchery
in a leaf, a wave,
in the wrinkles on a face;
help us to protect
and not to rip or tear your work
in greed, or haste,
or anger.
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