Category: "Poetry Corner"
To all the scarves I wove before, Posted
Came off my loom and out my door
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And the scarves were not made.
by Barbara J. Warren
Like pieces of fallen cloud, the sheep are scattered on the hillside. Posted
Our lives are but fine weavings
That God and we prepare,
I'm including this in the Poetry corner because if you replace knitting with weaving, then...that's...
By Corrie Ten Boom
My life is but a weaving
between my God and...
All of the fine traditions and the skill
Are mine to use to raise my craft...