Poetry 13
(c) Candace
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".
No life is ever truly lost - its course is only altered to travel a distant shore.
They Never Leave Alone
Soft eyes glowing kindly, "It's time little one.
I've come to watch over your steps coming home.
You've done what you should and done it all well,
and you won't have to travel this path on your own."
"But it cannot be time - No, I'm not ready,
I still have so much love left to give!
And Momma's heart's breaking, how can I go?"
"It's never "done" no matter how long you live.
But the path doesn't end, it just turns past your sight,
And once traveled - you can still visit and care.
And then you can comfort and offer her light,
And though she can't see you, she'll know that you're there."
"But momma's heart's breaking - how can I go?
How can I leave and cause her such pain?"
"Because little angel, your job here is done.
Just know that one day you will see her again."
