A Whole Cloth
When calamity curses,
     and all you have
          is a thread,
Yae ye of little faith,
     By all means
          hold on to it
               for dear life.

But, don't just hang there,
     also pray;
          Gather other thread;
Sometimes a whole cloth
     is what we must
          need weave.

One warp may be an end,
     but a weft adds a pick,
          interlacing threads,
And so on and so forth;
     More often than not
          it's more faith on which
               we must depend.

Mark 9: 24 and 29

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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