A PATCHWORK CASTLE a story of the wax factor

A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor They told me we would walk the stars, If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me, And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there, And a piece of she. They told me that the world would heal, If you shared your mind, and I brought my feel, And he gave his wealth, and she shared her zeal. A patched art of tapestry! They told me that the sky would light with hope, If he keeps his candle lit, pass it on to him, And to him and her. You see, my candle glows From the loss of wax that falls, wax that choked my flame! Then the result, a serenity of light, bright, And the product wonderful, full of color and delight, The paths cleaner and clearer, the sky more radiant and sheer, The world a better haven, a place of love and cheer. And I believe, my small pallet of a gravel, And your patch of sand, and her drop of sweat, Built this castle of greatness, patched with indifference For beauty of diversity, and we love to live in this.