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.
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