My Favorite Rag

'Defensible Space' by: Katy Widger Fine Art
Fiber Art 

Bright, white fibers tight and soft
folded up in the drawer.
I brought you home for usefulness
duties of plenty to perform.

Hard work won't stain your durability
Tough strands are your make up.
Project lists, weekend chores,
spills, spots, dirty floors
they won't change your consistency.

Days, months years, time
dull, grey fibers loose and threadbare
folded up in the drawer.
I take you out and look at you
sorrow seeps into my pores.

My favorite rag; all used up.
Holey, unraveled, barren strands,
what good are you for?
Somehow I can't discard you
so I put you back in the drawer.

Moments pass through hazy thoughts
questions linger near.
How can I salvage something disheveled and worn?
My favorite rag has become useless,
limp, there's nothing left to its' form.

A silver strand of weavers thread,
sapphire flecks of dust,
orange, green, red pigments
It just needs an artists' touch.

Tenderly holding threadbare cloth,
fingers gently stroke the fibers.
The Artist begins His work
minutes turn to hours.
Mending, molding, taking shape,
through expressive form.

Bold, colorful fibers beautiful to behold
no longer folded in the drawer.
My favorite rag: refined and new
no longer used for chores.
Resting in its' rightful place, in the open
for others to adore.

My favorite rag; a work of art
hanging on my wall.
Transformed from listless certainty
to glorious rekindled curiosity.
Redeemed by The Artists' touch.


By: Chandra Brown

A beautiful song for all God's children. When we meet with God this is what He does with our lives. Makes us into something beautiful!