Strands of happiness,
Twisted grief
Bunched up anger,
loose relief
The fabric of our stories
knits us together,
Filled with small stitches
as strong as leather
The material isn’t smooth,
or even in colour
But without variation
Life would be much duller
So just remember
On days when you struggle
every thread adds beauty
Even those you have to juggle
2 Responses to “The weaving”
Oh how I love these words Heather. I am a firm believer in stories and the power they have to unlock pain in others. Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you for your kind words!