One More Stitch: A Poem By Kurt Snyder

Kurt Snyder | November 5, 2024

Kurt Snyder read this original poem during our All Saints Service.

One More Stitch

“Just one more stitch” I heard her say,
“Supper’s on, I’m on my way.
This quilt ain’t done and it needs to be,
For winter’s comin’, soon you’ll see.”

Her joints were achy and her fingers bent,
But Grandma’s quilting was time well spent.
She kept on stitching, day by day,
To piece her quilts, come what may.

A labor of love, a testament to grace,
Each stitch a memory, each square a place.
A warmth that’ll comfort, a beauty to behold,
Each quilt a treasure more precious than gold.

With every thread and every knot,
She prayed for blessings, she never forgot.
A faith that guided, a hope sustained,
With a love-filled heart she seldom complained.

Her passion for quilting, a sacred art,
A piece of her soul, a work from her heart.
A bridge between souls, a story to hear,
A love that unites, a bond so dear.

As winter’s chill began to creep,
Her quilts would bring a soothing sleep.
A symbol of love, a prayer come true,
A gift from Grandma, a blessing to you.

When Grandma passed, her life well lived,
We gathered around, our thanks to give.
Her family and friends in their Sunday best,
Joined in prayer as we lay her to rest.

Our faith was certain, her fate we knew,
Her life an example, her conviction so true.
We prayed the Savior to guide her way,
And take her home with Him that day.

As we prayed, broken hearts filled with grace,
I heard a voice, our Lord’s soothing embrace.
“One more stitch,” He said to me,
“In my patchwork quilt of eternity.”