
The lines tell the tale,
Open the door
To the ancient, deep indwelling of my story,
Connected by the threads which bind and tell
The dark and weaving words inside
To write themselves,
With each touch,
Each vision, each breath,
Never to be written upon this life
In the same way again
Threads of love, pain, joy
Loss and knowledge
Interlaced throughout,
Holding it all together,
Holding me all together,
Piece by piece,
A masterpiece of my own making
©SpiritLed 2019