The Quilt

When I look at my life as a quilt
I find the brightest patches or
the bluest full of lessons,
hard times.
When I remember
to see sunlight
colors
moments to be proud
Cascading
Mosaic
A timeless glimpse for the
children to remember
Look up, God watches.
He blesses and he made this.
I am nothing extraordinary
but I am divinely made.
I make use of these hands,
these feet, this one brain
that works enough to
think for myself.
My quilt grows 
as I remain
Curious.
Hungry.
Loving.

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