Multi-Colored Threads

My senses awaken as quiet night descends, this solitude is such a welcome guest. Summer breeze is just a lonely ghost in search of kindred souls with wine to toast. Moon-sweetened tides along the shore beckon me to gaze there meek as a lamb. Darkness looms as an invisible presence inspiring me to soak in nature’s essence. Old memories can be so bitter-sweet. My deepest scars reside in secret caves, I don’t regret that life has been designed with multi-colored threads in dark entwined. If I remember laughter from my days, I bear the hurts indelibly in my mind the tears that drench my face to wipe a smile bestow me strength to walk an extra mile. The One who is a weaver so divine knows every thread and color that is matched to fit into a pattern for my life gracious it may be or laced with strife.