The tapestry of life is said to be woven in tears.
First the bobbin is wound tightly with love.
Then the shuttle weaves through the fears.
The warp holds the tension below and above.
Winding through fleeting days months and years.
Each bright colored thread intertwining thereof.
Nimble fingers working as the timeline nears.
The final results we must not lose sight of.
As the resplendent design of the master appears.

Love this Christine Tabaka. Beautiful write.
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