St. Meinrad Seminary and School of Theology
7:00 PM - When the Thread Catches

Beth Fritsch

I awoke on the first day of Advent
with a poem pushing  me
out of bed.
Writing poetry is a bit like
threading a needle.
Some attempts fail,
miss the mark.
But patiently
and out of deep silence
words glide gracefully
through the ever so slim eye of the needle.
The thread catches and
a knot secures the poem’s length.
Then the stitching begins
in and out, over and under
around, around and around.
The poet mends seams frayed
by life’s ripping,
closes holes that gape,
darns stress points,
frees what binds,
adjusts all sorts of spots
that once appeared finished.
Writing poetry is a bit like
threading a needle of promise.
A poet is never sure
if the thread will hold
but nevertheless
sews anyway,
in and out
over and under
around, around and around.


"The Last Sunset" by Robert Healey