Let spools of featherlight wisdom
swaddle me still.
Let there be brave instruments—
quiet songs, chirping
always flitting.
In the knowing, I’ll thread your awareness through the pinhole eye of how
I connect to you.
I’ll stitch echoes together like spiders
bring you gifts in the nest of a morning
it will all be new:
this naming, this wading, this fury.
When I Unravel
June 1, 2026
Photo by Artem Shuba on Unsplash
June-July 2026
Supporting Ministries
Clara Fuehler
Clara Fuehler (she/her) writes from her sunny kitchen in Minneapolis, Minn. A 2025-2026 Quaker Voluntary Service fellow, Clara calls the North Carolina Piedmont home.
We want to hear from you, not an AI! Please be thoughtful and use your own words. Comments on Friendsjournal.org may be used in the Forum of the print magazine and may be edited for length and clarity.