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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