Tapestry

I stand at the edge of a precipice,
Looking into a fog.
Wondering where I’m going,
Thinking back on what I’ve done.
What does my past say of me?
I turn around,
And look at the tapestry I’ve spun.

So many knots,
Loose threads,
Ruffled edges.
Many lives interwoven,
Many hearts touched.

The black threads stop abruptly,
Lost among the weave.
Red,
Yellow,
Orange;
Dancing,
Sparkling along the seams.
But underneath –
A bed of blue,
Purple,
Green;
Forming a foundation;
The beams.

I stand there,
Awed, mystified,
Yet strangely,
Satisfied.
I see what I have done,
The roles I’ve played,
The threads I’ve spun.
I might not know the reasons,
I do not know the purpose.
But I am here,
One soul among many,
Doing as I must.

Looking again into the fog,
I feel that I am ready.
I know not what lies before me,
But I know what lies behind.
I see the threads in the distance,
Lofting away to Infinity.

Reassured,
I step.
Off the ledge,
Into the Future.

- jml XVII/V/MMII