Fabricpiece

Have we seen where tiny things.

Reach and grab by larger ones.

Are they held where glue or strings.

Has the strength in what’s been done.

Is there fabric folded neat.

That little strands come to hold.

Are they seen in what’s complete.

Or found within a secret mold.

Do some parts have all the plans.

To hold the places where they live.

Is the pencil, tool, or hands.

The reason for the life they give.

Have we been where tiny things.

Care about what makes them be.

And hold the measure folded neat.

Where every place can come and see.

Is there strength by glue or string.

Or fabric that’s within a mold.

Does there live by every thing.

Something that they all can hold.

Are there scissors oh so sharp.

So every tiny thing that’s cut.

Still has within the woven parts.

The beauty that does not give up.

A Poem

By

            

 

Doug Foust

 

 

 

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Hi Bro!

Beautiful poem

I especially like the last verse, beautiful!

"The beauty that does not give up."

(I see Jesus)

Thank you for sharing with us,

God bless you

In Him with you and all our family

love

sher