Tapestry
Life is but a tapestryOf rich and splendid hue,
With fate, the weaver, laboring,
His shuttle flying through.
Time uninterrupted is
The warp of history,
While human lives comprise the weft
In life's long tapestry.
Time, the final arbiter
Establishes the pace,
While we as weft have start and end
And can but interlace
With time and with another's life
That intersects our own,
To set the form and coloring
Which in the end is shown.
Will it be a pleasing scene
With every thread in place,
Or wild and discordant
As we all interface?
The choice, my friends is wholly ours,
As we weave our lives today
We bring to be, the tapestry
Our children will display.
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