The pane of glass echoes the glare
of the sun.
A solitary figure is reflected in
the smooth surface
Yet somehow she does not stand
alone.
With each friend, each love, each
foe
that we meet, a thread is woven into
the
fabric that creates our hearts.
Some threads are strong and will not
yield.
Other are
thin and easily broken.
Some threads are full of the color
of life.
Others are muted tones of strength.
Some threads are long and deeply
imbedded.
Others are short and end suddenly.
Some threads brought laughter as they weaved.
Others brought tears to cleanse the fabric.
Some were so deeply inserted that they were often hard to see.
Others always lie close to ths surface.
In the reflection I see my heart.
It is my faces that stares back at
me
But in my eyes I see the reflection
of threads
that have completed my soul.
© Copyright Brenda Hager, July 2002
Do not use or reproduce without permission
""When the heart sings and the spirit soars, the music
of life is complete."
bkh - October 99
"Love is the music the heart sings best."
"To bring you laughter each morning and warmth at night...
would bring me joy at all hours." :c)
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