As I knit and pull the yarn from the skein,
Sometimes
I discover a terrible tangle.
The
yarn should pull out easily from
The
center of the skein…and does not.
My
husband was expert at undoing tangles.
He
did not knit, but he unknotted,
Untwisted
and straightened out,
Allowing
me to move forward.
I
went to him with things other than knitting.
We
talked about my life tangles.
What
should have been easy to resolve,
Sometimes
was not.
He
was expert at listening, questioning.
He
was my sounding board,
Giving
clarity in the convoluted maze.
His
insights helped me to move forward.
Now
as I pull on the yarn of my life.
The
skein looks good on the surface.
The
knots and tangles are inside,
And
I miss my expert untangler.
My
helper himself turned to an Almighty God,
Omniscient
and aware of all the knots.
It
has always been the divine Hand,
Straightening
the tangled skein of my life.
My
dearest love’s hand is no longer with me,
But
the divine Hand can never be lost.
