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Posted by wcquiltworks@gmail.com on September 30, 2011 at 1:15 PM Comments comments (1)

These two poems are thought-provoking to me.  The first one I can relate to as I have two Sunbonnet Sue quilts to finish.  They were started by my uncle's grandmother and have stayed in the family, unfinished, for a number of  years.  I'm looking forward to finishing them but I still haven't decided on the perfect way to do it.   The second one speaks of long-term priorities.  The authors are unknown.  Enjoy!


Dear unknown lady of the past,

I hold your work within my hands;

A top with pattern gay and pure,

A frayed edge reveals loose strands.

 

The design is made of tiny scraps,

Set in a plain sugar sack ground.

Such tiny little stitches made -

A soft blue border around.

 

Where did you sit while piecing this?

Upon a stool by firelight bright?

Or slowly rocking on the porch

As the tired day drew into night?

 

What were your cares while you did work?

What plans and dreams did you spin?

I wonder why your work was stopped.

Why quilting never did begin.

 

My mind is filled with questions.

Were you just a girl or someone's wife?

Was yours a path of leisure?

Or a journey filled with strife?

 

I'll quilt this top, dear lady,

With patterns swirled and flowery,

And bond with one I'll never meet

In a sisterhood of stitchery.

                                   --author unknown                                         






My neighbor is washing her windows,

And scrubbing and mopping her floors,

But my house is all topsy and turvey,

And dust is behind all the doors.


My neighbor,she keeps her house spotless,

And she goes all day on a trot:

But no one would know in a fortnight

If she swept today or not.


The task I am at is enticing -

My neighbor is worn to a rag -

I am making a quilt out of pieces

I saved in a pretty chintz bag.


And the quilt, I know my descendants

Will exhibit with credit to me -

"So lovely - my grandmother made it

Long ago in 1933."


But will her grandchildren remember

Her struggles with dirt and decay?

They will not - they will wish she had made them

The quilt I am making today.

--author unknown

 


 

A Couple of Quilting Poems

Posted by wcquiltworks@gmail.com on September 4, 2011 at 8:35 PM Comments comments (0)

In some random Sunday Googling, I came across the following poems that I thought I'd share.  The author is unknown to both of them.   I can relate to this one oh so well!


My Wife, the Quilter 

She learned to quilt on Monday.
Her stitches were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So we went out to dine.


She quilted miniatures Tuesday.
She says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.


On Wednesday, it was a sampler.
She says the stipplin's fun.
What highlights! Oh what shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.


Her charm quilt was on Thursday,
Green patches, blue and red.
I guess she really was engrossed;
She never made the bed.


It was wallhangings on Friday,
In colors she adores,
But she never seemed to notice
The crumbs on all the floors.


I found a maid on Saturday!
My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.


Well, it's already Sunday.
I think I'm about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted--
The MAID has learned to quilt!!


This one makes me think of the poem "The Plan of the Master Weaver."


I Think God is a Quilter

I think God is a quilter
Who takes His needle and thread
To piece our world from nothingness
And give it form, instead.

I think God is a quilter
And everything I see
Are pieces from His careful hand
From tree to bumblebee.

I think we see God's stitches
His texture everywhere;
The velvet moss, the grainy sand,
The silky strands of hair.

I think God is a quilter;
Stitching tight and tiny rows,
Adding to my scraps and pieces,
Seaming everything He knows.


I think He cuts the patterns
From what I'd throw away.
He shows me how to use each scrap
In His redeeming way.


I think God quilts a pattern
From everything I live;
But He can only stitch the quilt
From what I choose to give.

I think God is a quilter
Stitching strength where I am weak.
Showing me that life He touches
Embraces everything I seek.

I think God is a quilter
From the patience in each thread;
Proving length of time no barrier;
Treating time a gift, instead.

I think quilts are lessons
God uses just to teach
That our pieces and our remnants
Have kaleidoscopic reach.

So, in the life I'm living
With pieces everywhere
I'll give them to the Quilter
To stitch with loving care.

I'll give them to the Quilter
Unwanted though they be
And with His work of quilting
He'll make a quilt of me.

God's quilt - a poem

Posted by wcquiltworks@gmail.com on April 8, 2011 at 7:50 PM Comments comments (0)


Of pieces that make up my life,
from many fabrics torn,
some are new and beautiful,
some are old and worn.


Here a thread of silver
there a few of gold
And there are grays and blues and
blacks among the bright and bold.
Some fabrics wear the jewels of joy,
others scarred with pain.
Fabrics here are traced with loss,
others wreathed with gain.


Seen apart and separate, they
show no purpose clear.
You see, the pattern set of them
cannot be viewed from here.
He Who does the quilting
sets the pieces from above.
Carefully, He chooses them
and binds all with His Love.


He has thus designed for me
the fabric of His Grace.
Quilted, every piece is fitted
lovingly in place.
And patterned by His Mercy,
my life for e'er shall be,
assembled with His Masterpiece
for all eternity.

--by Gloria Small  



Isa 55:8 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
Isa 55:9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.