By Tony DeLorger © 2012
The threads of endless woven life,
into a fabric, a divine respite,
worlds surround in complex array,
while we the threads all snug, dismay.
Together we in creation fit,
each thread a woven miracle sit,
dwarfed by majestic endless skies,
our fears so trite in selfish lies.
Our colours often dull and bland,
in self-confessed and idles hands,
unwilling to respect our part,
the fibers of our un-sharing hearts.
Together threads of gold and spray,
in colours vast and in death betray,
a vivid fabric of human joy,
so tight in weave to not destroy.
Such strength a weave that’s woven true,
acceptance sound and love imbued,
each one of us a vital part,
the fabric of life not fall apart.
Envisioned hope arrests those fears,
that woven hearts dry all those tears,
and find in right some common ground,
all colours meld and life resounds.
Each thread, each colour,
each thought, each bliss,
a woven gift of life, a kiss.