Covenant

Our hidden bundle of selves

 is being woven into a three-chord strand

 round eyes, heart, and hand

 slowly unknotted, plucked, and wound

 tethered now, to you I am bound

 alive, waiting not on shelves.

'But [she] treasured all these things in her heart.'

'The Lord has done this,

     and it is marvelous in our eyes.

This is the day the Lord has made;

     let us rejoice and be glad in it.'