You are woven in loving hands,
that chose the most intricate textures and richest colors
for your beautiful design.
You are knit together by breath and pause,
some improvised or accidental.
Not one a mistake.
You are frayed and pilled in places,
an unfinished work;
the mysterious side effect of being made.
May you never be so pushed
that you lose sign of your sacred pattern
and forget that you are knit into a living love story.