Tapestry ~

I do not loom my life alone 

a solitary weaver -

Dawn to dusk the shuttle flies 

with color from a flaming cloud 

or silver from a star -

The rich and flowing threads 

of loving friends 

a singing tree

a soothing wind 

a thousand moods and manners

that create a life design -

I do not weave my 

intricate brocade alone -

My hand is held within 

a larger hand - that when 

I let it - moves in shining ways 

Mysterious - it will create 

in spite of flaws 

and labored length 

a tapestry of value -