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I Found Time To Weave Today

Updated on January 20, 2011

Hold The Precious Straw Basket In Your Hand

Many baskets piled up high

They are open to the sky

Each have many different purposes and uses

The basket weavers are left here from a forgotten time

They have spent their lives with fine workmanship you try to describe

Each basket a true beauty of love

Woven from straw and tight knit to hold together forever

With pride and percision to make everything so perfect

Time consuming and monotonous it must be

Hours upon hours of painstaking effort

You tried to complete the task you started out to finish

But it never was done

Something happened that took you by surprise

That stopped you on the spot that you now lay

The great volcano errupted

Lava pouring out like a fountain of fire

Soon covering everything in its tracks

No chance to run no chance to hide

You remained patient and just weaved until it followed its fatal path

There was no peace

There was no reason

Life is constantly changing and all around us we can clearly see

How everything is different suddenly

If we watch and take a careful look we see a caterpillar turn into a butterfly

We can watch the wind blow and take a tiny seed to its destination

We can sit quietly and watch how nature controls all things

We may feel powerful and strong

But it is mother nature who will always win in the end



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      DREAM ON 7 years ago

      Nellieanna I think it was my way of saying whatever we do in life make the best of it.We never really do know when our time is over.I never thought about basket weaving or this topic before it just came out of the blue.Our minds work in mysterious ways.Thanks for understanding one more secret I am trying to uncover.

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      This is quite a wise and deep observation. I think I sensed a little of Pompeii in it, but then I think it is a generic reminder of how tenuous our big-ole human projects all are, how swiftly they can be swatted away by Mother Nature like pesky gnats buzzing around her face! Really good, DO. Lots of insight in there!