A thread of connection
ties us to those
for whom we feel affection.
The energy flows
along the thread
from one to another,
from sister to brother.
No matter what’s said,
the truth of our soul
will reach its goal.
Some threads provide protection.
They may seem taut
or tenuous (or not),
but the threads direct
the love of the heart
and serve to connect
what appears to remain apart.
Each and every thread is unique.
Yours is like a flickering flame
at the end of a game
of hide and seek.
More intrigued by the dark
than by the spark,
the threat of blindness
draws me in.
But I’ve learned to have no fear of sin
where there’s kindness
and a loving heart.
For even in the depths of dark,
love casts its glow.
And I can see
by the light of me
all I’ll ever need to know:
A slender thread has left its mark.