My poem about being broken lends itself to a multimedia quilt project.
The sketch:
The fabrics:
The last stanza is being hand embroidered to the left of the dandelion:
MAKE ME AN INSTRUMENT
OF YOUR PEACE,
O WORLD.
AND IF THERE IS NO PEACE,
THEN LOVE.
AND IF THERE IS NO LOVE,
MAY I BE LIKE THE DANDELION,
SETTING ROOTS SO DEEP
BETWEEN HARDENED HEARTS
THAT EVENTUALLY THE CONCRETE
CRACKS.