The Making of a Prayer Square

Her body stays as still

As just her eyes look straight

Ahead at God knows what.

Each finger gives and takes

And turns and twists and pulls

The yarn around and through.

With every loop, she adds

A bit more of that blue.

She moves her mouth as fast

As she now moves her wrist;

A silent prayer of thanks

She says with each new stitch,

Each quick soft knit and pearl,

That moves her closer – still

Her eyes look straight ahead,

She feels a sudden chill.