Threads

Threads

They weave their way into your life, the needle directed by some resemblance of a lamb.

The fabric of your being is knitted together with the choices unplanned.

We think ! we will think , then a moment nudges your shoulder like a friend

But is this kindred or foe to be nudged by a stranger, dressed as a thread to pretend.

Has he fabric for my soul, or will he steal away what which is whole.and leave a design not my own.

Threads that entangle woven with candle ,so dim is the light to see the what he writes, in his tones.

Like a canvas in need of the paint ,threads want to weave into our heart, loud words of fright .

Admit what you see when you study the treads winding through your life , accept their presence you are not alone.

Threads of many colour, who will arrange their order? will they think of you overthrown.