Love-wrapped Scraps


© Jeanne E Webster.  All Rights Reserved


Dangling in black space

Hung white-faced mimes

Tiny bits and pieces Of memorable effects

Shredded and shabby

Hoary, wispy specks glowed

On an invisible clothesline.

Drawing closer I recognized…

A glass chip from an antique mirror,

A frayed scrap from a favorite shirt,

A scruffy heel from my first new shoes,

A tattered ear from my treasured teddy bear,

A jagged corner from my grandma’s photo,

Broken silver links that cradled my crucifix,

A fragment of a cherished birthday card,

A tassel from my son’s high school cap,

A dog-eared page ripped from my old Bible.

“What is this? What does it mean?”

Vagabond bits and pieces of my life

Most precious to me a long time ago

How mystifying to envision them again

Prayed instantly for God’s illumination.

Softly He whispered: “Behold… touch… absorb.”

These were tools He’d furnished for me

To comprehend love

Feel it deep in the heart

Love and life have value

Beyond all things Touchable today—

Unearthly tomorrow.

How delicately

A shred or piece evokes

An event that

Seemed so essential

Now is merely

Lingering nostalgia.

Yes, Lord, memories are surfacing…

Grandpa bought the mirror for me

Traded in a pricey grandfather clock;

Grandma surprised me on my birthday

Presenting that longed for plaid shirt;

Dad hunted all over town for my shoes

With a great big hug, his special love;

Teddy bear all petted out was my sister’s

She died young and I miss her sorely;

Grandma’s photo was the last vestige

Of the only real live-angel on earth;

Mom saved up her ironing earnings

Bought me that cross dangling on a chain;

The birthday card gifted in adolescence

My first boyfriend, becoming my husband;

My son so proudly graced me with his tassel

Graduating and making his way in the world.

My heart trembles at the dog-eared page

Torn loose from the Word, my study book

That old Bible was so marked up

Prayers, notes, spiritual growth and such

Broken heart tear-dotted pages

Along with drops of precious “blood”

While sipping from the cup After eating the “bread.”

Oh Lord, how precious are these memories

The love-wrapped folks who were my family

So many friends dot my highway too

All bits and pieces You loaned for my purpose

To soften my heart and feel the pulse

My spirit must possess to become like You.


I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!



“These things have I spoken to you that my joy might remain in you and that your joy might be full. This is my commandment, that you love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:11-12


(This dream was real, merely enlarged upon to share with you.)


2 comments on “Love-wrapped Scraps

  1. camary1996 says:

    Wow! wonderful poem!

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