take my sisters, what we have
in hand, if not the delicate
and golden threads of early dreams
then straw
once green and easy against wind
and what we remember
and what we have taught about this loom
the curriculum of our fingers
worthy of this dry grass before us
the application of equal parts
of awe and discipline
and what we know about his cross
this simple bridget's design
that does not rest on our back
but in our hands for the making
and the offering