Scattered bits of cloth, scraps, and remnants
Some new, others stained, tattered, faded, forgotten
Small and expansive, of cheap thread and the finest silks, colors of the soul
Heaped by turmoil, chaos by circumstance, abandoned by change.
Yet all precious and pure

The story behind, the memory within
The purpose, the character, the comfort, the terror
Wanting order, remembrance, inclusion, reason
Searching for meaning.

The Maker prepares the frame.  The backing is laid. Batting for comfort.
Expertly sown together with the finest threads.
Threads of love.  Threads of strength.  Threads of hope.  Threads of forgiveness.
Each piece a hand on is needed.  Each piece trusted to hold the next.

Working in harmony yet identity preserved.  Purpose.
The Maker builds and the edges grow.
More pieces found behind closed doors.  The dark areas reveal their treasures.
All have a home.  All are part.  All are welcome.
Together a cherished masterpiece.