“9:30 A.M. Thursday,” Ensign, Mar. 1971, 78
This is the day the sisters quilt.
I should go.
Here at home, my spooled thoughts
Are tight, threading me into a
Family of frustrations.
I need to
Piece together service with patience;
Pin down forgiveness;
Thimble the pricks of daily problems.
And as I share
The squared frames with my sisters,
I will find
Patterns of love
Stitched into straight lines
Curving toward heaven.
This the day my sisters quilt,
And I am going.