"The old threads are unraveling,
Get your needles ready.
We are stitching a new quilt
of humanity.
Get your needles ready.
We are stitching a new quilt
of humanity.
Bring your old t-shirts,
worn out jeans, scarves,
antique gowns, aprons,
old pockets of plenty
who have held Earth's treasures,
stones, feathers, leaves,
love notes on paper.
worn out jeans, scarves,
antique gowns, aprons,
old pockets of plenty
who have held Earth's treasures,
stones, feathers, leaves,
love notes on paper.
Each stitch
A mindful meditation.
Each piece of material
A story.
A mindful meditation.
Each piece of material
A story.
The more colour the better,
so call in the tribes.
Threads of browns, whites,
reds, oranges
Women from all nations
start stitching.
so call in the tribes.
Threads of browns, whites,
reds, oranges
Women from all nations
start stitching.
Let's recycle the hate, the abuse,
the fear, the judgment.
Turn it over, wash it clean,
ring it out to dry.
It's a revolution
of recycled wears.
the fear, the judgment.
Turn it over, wash it clean,
ring it out to dry.
It's a revolution
of recycled wears.
Threads of greens, blues, purples
Colourful threads
of peace, kindness,
respect, compassion
are being stitched
from one continent to the next
over forests, oceans, mountains.
Colourful threads
of peace, kindness,
respect, compassion
are being stitched
from one continent to the next
over forests, oceans, mountains.
The work is hard
Your fingers may bleed.
But each cloth stitched together
Brings together a community.
A world, our future world
Under one colourful quilt.
The new quilt of humanity."
Your fingers may bleed.
But each cloth stitched together
Brings together a community.
A world, our future world
Under one colourful quilt.
The new quilt of humanity."
~Julia Myers
And this really has nothing to do with the poem, just love this illustration by Diana Lapshina.
Ooh, where did you find this one? This sounds like something my friend Tricia would have heard in her Mindful Yoga class... they read poetry whilst they do poses. I would never do any poses, I told her - if someone is going to read poetry to me out loud, me and Child's Pose would be there, and then I'd go to sleep... (Clearly, I need never do yoga in public.)
ReplyDeleteAnd sure, our wee violinist is playing the background tune; a wandering air that makes us think of weaving...
I follow Wild Women on The Book of Faces as you call it. WW has the best illustrations & essays/poems.
DeleteThe hedgehog is courtesy of Jama!