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Strands of Light

  We are all like strands of heaven Dangling from its floor Meant to weave a tapestry That unites us at the core.   But some forget their origin Start to struggle as they dangle Forget the beauty we came from And that is why they tangle   Some will roll up in a ball Forget we’re all connected Start to feel all alone And start to seem neglected   Some become wooly skeins Some are the fibrous rope The ones that become more course Are the ones that have lost hope   Our job as infinite beings Is weaving cloaks around their plight Remind them who they really are While remaining strands of light.   Jen Ward  

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