What would be the chance
that the wood from which my spinning wheels were made
is the very same wood
from which the manger was crafted –
in which He was laid
as a babe in swaddling cloth?
Is it silly to imagine
that the very table of the Last Supper
might have been hewn
from the same logs
my looms were made?
Could it be possible
that the very wood of my knitting needles
was splintered and sanded
from the same tree
upon which my Savior was hung?
And when I spin with wool from fleece
dare I delight in
being His sheep?
Could I secretly spin a yarn
that connects the Lamb of God
to the wool in my hands?
Would I be allowed to imagine
this humble work with wool
as Royal work
since the King Himself was swathed
in spun and woven threads
from the manger to the tomb?
Is this folly I ask? (though not out loud!)
I shall treasure my thoughts
in the fluff of fleece
and continue to spin, knit and weave
in the wonder of wood and wool.
**A non-poem from thoughts that were galavanting around my studio this Advent morning. ❤️
8 thoughts on “Wonder in Wood & Wool”
Wonderfully thought provoking! Remember, miracles happen every day ❣️
And I’m so grateful that they do! Thank you for taking the time to comment here Sheri! Blessings to you in all your creativity!
Any subject that turns our mind and heart to God, our Heavenly Father and His Son, Christ our Savior is worth mentioning. Thank you for your thoughts. My day is a better one now‼️
Thank you Alison! A Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Your centering thoughts reflect thoughts I have had… not of looms and wool but of love and light within our being! Without the Christ center we are but dust! ❤️
Thanks for sharing! I always imagined Mary must have brought baby clothes for their journey to Bethlehem.
Merry Christmas to you Karen!
I love your thoughts, in rhyme or no, they have so much meaning.