Monday, March 3, 2014

The Threads of Life



"The Threads of Life"


Each and every passing day
Is beautiful for someone in some way.
As the Fates spin threads on their loom and weave,
A tapestry for the whole world to see.  
Colorful threads of people are woven through,  
As well as their emotions and nature too.

The Fates sit at the loom and pull out their threads,

Spinning their picture—over the universe they spread.  
As love like a deep-red thread is woven through,
Somewhere a young couple is saying, 'I do.'
As a thread of white intermingles and weaves a hearth, 
  the innocence and family born through a baby's birth.  
All over the world the colors blend,  
Creating a masterpiece without end.  
As the orange hues of the setting sun disappear,
Bringing the black thread of night oh, so near.  
The night full of sadness, grief, and pain,
Of things no one has the power to change.  
The yellow of the sun's rising sheds light upon the sky.
And a family somewhere on earth wakes up asking why.  
As painful as the black threads are,  
The tears they bring help to heal all scars.  
Families come together, woven tight in love,  
As the tears they shed, spin in the masterpiece a dove.
A dove of the Spirit representing all things pure and good.  
As the tapestry's threads pull in close, just as they should.

                                                                                     Schledia Benefield