Strands of Light


We are all like strands of heaven
Dangling from its floor
Meant to weave a tapestry
That unites us at the core.

But some forget their origin
Start to struggle as they dangle
Forget the beauty we came from
And that is why they tangle

Some will roll up in a ball
Forget we’re all connected
Start to feel all alone
And start to seem neglected

Some become wooly skeins
Some are fibrous rope
The ones that become more course
Are the ones that have lost hope

Our job as infinite beings
Is weaving cloaks around their plight
Remind them who they really are
While remaining strands of light.

Jen Ward

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