The Needle
There’s a needle sewing stitches in the fabric of your life,
Sometimes very carefully, each one neat and right,
Sometimes racing onward, wrinkled, bunched and tight.
From the day that you are born til the day you die,
This needle’s sewing stitches in the fabric of your life.
Do you ever stop and stand and listen to the sounds
Of a new spring morning when life is all around?
Or take the time to wonder, step slowly, feel the sun,
See the green and hear a robin, see flowers one by one?
And in the summer stretch your arms out wide beneath the sky
Of shining blue and watch the clouds serenely sailing by?
In the autumn do you watch the color of the leaves,
Drifting down to hit the ground beneath the stately trees?
In the winter see the snowflakes and crystals in the ice,
Hear the pristine silence of a secret starlit night.
There’s a needle sewing stitches in the fabric of your life,
Sometimes very carefully, each one neat and right,
Sometimes racing onward, wrinkled, bunched and tight.
From the day that you are born til the day you die,
This needle’s sewing stitches in the fabric of your life.
Do you ever rush ahead in the reckless time of youth,
Seeing only one direction and blind to simple truth?
Do you ever let your actions speak for only you,
Forgetting all the other souls affected by them too?
Has anger ever ruled your thoughts, controlled each waking day,
When you know forgiving is the way?
Be careful of the easy path, it will always be too long.
Try to do what’s difficult, learn and be strong.
Be careful of the greatest loss, the ugly face of hate,
Learn it and refuse it, before it is too late.
There’s a needle sewing stitches in the fabric of your life,
Sometimes very carefully, each one neat and right,
Sometimes racing onward, wrinkled, bunched and tight.
From the day that you are born til the day you die,
This needle’s sewing stitches in the fabric of your life.
Watch the needle sewing, see the stitches pulling through,
A tapestry of magic, for the needle is you.
a song written and composed by RAC