One day as I traveled along my life’s path
Three women weaving I happened to see
And I stopped to rest and to watch for a while
As they worked on an intricate tapestry.
As I watched and they wove I began to see
The color of each thread shift and change
And the pattern would alter with the color shift
And the tapestry grew and expanded it’s range.
I continued to watch as they continued to weave
And I saw periodically one a thread would snip
And a small hole would form in the tapestry
And the pattern at that point alter and shift.
But others would take up each thread as snipped
And weave it into a new tapestry
No thread seemed lost for even a moment
The flow to the looms seemed as smooth as can be.
Then one of the three smiled up at me
Sad eyes that seemed tired with age
And without a word she explained the threads
And the intricate tapestry they made.
“Threads cut shorter a short life or child
Longer threads those of ones older
Bright tones for happy moments in life
Dark tones for times sadder and colder”
And I watched the two looms and their tapestries
Amazed both from the same threads were woven
The first intricate patterned in dark and light
The second flawless with beauty unspoken
As a single tear fell she again spoke to me
“We, the Fates, weave for all time the tapestry of life
We weave with life’s threads, the long and the short
Our patterns colored by joy, pain, and strife.”
“The others are angels who lift up each cut thread
To add to their loom with love oh so gently
Then they weave with colors so perfect and lovely
For their tapestry is the perfect eternity.
©Candace
"No life is ever truly lost –
Its course is only altered to travel a distant shore."
Our hearts cry out so often
One more look, one last touch
Let me hold that silky one again
To feel that warmth again
To look into those trusting eyes of love
Our ears yearn to hear their call
To awaken from this dream
And find them there beside us
Then whispers come to us
We hear that beloved voice again
In the winds that caress our hearts
When we look into the eyes of one
Who we have reached out to
We look into their trusting eyes of love again
Our hands and arms let them go
They are forever in our hearts
There will come a time when
Our work is done that we
Shall awaken at the Bridge
Look into the distance
And see all are strong and healthy
Then some who have been waiting
Will raise their heads and see you
Running to your arms
You feel that silky warmth again
Will look into the eyes of love
Here they are by your side
Your tears shall fall upon silky fur
Your arms shall hold them again
You shall take with you the love
From the ones here who have yet to follow
And tell those who wait , you are loved
Always
©J.C. Stewart Aka
BarTendersBluesWolf
2011
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