Threads

All life is a thread
Growing thicker from beginning to end
Yours is but a single strand of a much larger pattern;
A pattern of great intricacy.

This is the thread of your life.
It starts out so small, but stretches so far.
Naturally, it begins with your parents;
With the meeting of their threads.

The thread is thinnest here.
A tiny cord; fragile,
Easily snapped.

But it holds together
And it grows as you do, as you learn and live.
It is not a straight line, though.
It turns and twists and crosses other threads.

There are knots along the thread
Where you have undergone trials
Or encountered difficulty.
But still it does not break.

Other threads join to yours,
Connecting you to those that you know.
Mystic cords that swell as you know the other person better.

Some wear thin, then fall away.
Fraying ends left untended.
Others are cut by the sharp edge of the distance between you.

A few are cut away accompanied by knots.
You sever them with your own hand,
Like a surgeon with a scalpel,
Removing the dead wood of life.

Yet some you bind to you,
Tied onto your thread with love –
Unions of the soul.

They are marked, and watched,
Repaired when they begin to break,
And they help you to bear the strain
Of the many knots of your life.

Which is a thread.
Growing thicker from beginning to end.
A single strand of a much larger pattern;
A pattern of great intricacy.
The web of life.

Copyright © 2012 by Nicholas Palmer

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