THREADS
Into this world we come,
Naked, alone and out of the darkness.
Is our life's path already mapped out for us?
Do we have a choice or is it destiny?
Coincidence seems to simple a word,
To explain the interwoven paths of those we meet,
Along the glistening golden and silver threads.
A random, haphazard sequence of events,
Or are they weaving a shimmering tapestry
Whose beauty can only be see from afar?
While we, caught in its midst
Can only stare in confusion, wonderment
At the intricate details before us.
Avoiding the snags and tears
And hoping that one day we can see,
Appreciate the miraculous complexity
Of the friends and lovers who have helped create
The life we lead, our testimony.
Out of this world we go,
Vulnerable, alone, into the darkness.
by Tess Templer
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