Knitting Litany

Most agitated hands, be my salvation.

Most restless eye, look only here.

Most anxious heart, trust in this singular fact:

something can come of nothing.

The miracle turns on every stitch:

with every whispered row,

leaves, waves, flowers and stars

drop from my fingertips.

In this, the crest of the wave, my heart

rises up and drops as I roll the wave.

Row after row I make the wave,

rising and dropping stitch after stitch;

there is no end to the waves,

to the world in my hands:

cockle shell, wolf's claw, wasp nest, bear's paw,

apple leaf, lamb's lettuce, pine tree, gull wing,

honeycomb, cloud and mountain, four sisters,

frost flowers, summer fountain, hyacinth,

sycamore, granite laurel, lynx eye,

drooping elm, wheat germ, cakes and waffle,

clover leaf, blue bell, bell rib, banana tree,

ant egg, rosebud, terrapin, butterfly,

barley ear, beehive, lady's lace and willow bed,

per omnia sæcula sæculorum.

These are the prayers I say these days.

A simple co-creator, I trust in simple decorum.

Wanting something to come of nothing,

I make only slight demands:

Let starfish, berries, and foxglove

fall now from my hands!