In our imperfect world we are meant to repair and stitch together what beauty there is ...

— from Holding the Light by Stuart Kestenbaum

so why do I find it so elusive when you urge me to look smaller look closer look deeper seep in where stitches begin to be broken from forgetfulness to bind these strands with story to become keeper of memory and time, of beauty, yet these wrinkled fingers find it hard to grasp - never mind my mind; never mind my heart; the end, you say, is where we start

— inspired by Deanna's Advent Poetry and “Holding the Light” by Stuart Kestenbaum