A single golden thread
Illuminating just enough to distinguish itself from the rest of muted-colored weaves and tangles
The dusty blue, mauve, silver, and green create a good, solid, needed, life foundation
But this tapestry we weave
This project we fasten with our hands
It remains like so many garments and treasures
Where the moth rots and the thief breaks in to rob
if not for that whispered river of thread making its presence known by simply showing up- in all we put our hand to
all we speak
And you know what?
That golden thread- it refracts on the whole, even the ugly messey stitches, even the torn places that will never be whole on the outside
Because the the golden thread is invisibly spooled to the river of life,
pouring out of our real home,
our true kingdom
Our haven; heaven.
It is there if we would only slow down from our doing and FOCUS
The dullness falls away
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