threads and strings
threads and strings.
The ending surely was beginning's cue,
The shore line of yesterday... came into view,
While a child's glade composed, colours blending hue,
Where you found me ... I found you...
I heard pure notes a mother songbird sings
Lulling melodies of threads and strings
Tuned to the ribboned bows ...so many colors there
Offering our gifts to God...our praise of thankful prayer
Reflecting you and more to come as life imparts
The road he made, our happy trails or path he charts
Who knew before a day is done
The harmony of threads and strings of one
Sent up upon white mist or snowy fluff on high
Yet as we draw close to God,
He draws nigh
For to know the word the ancient scroll
That lives in mind and spirit,
______________________mostly in the depth of soul...
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