The Tapestry

Some days, I dream

of a day when I will see

the world’s elegant finery

and perhaps this will cause me to believe

 

That home, austere,

made for eyes, crystal clear

enveloped in Love, primed for fear,

is for the enervated children here

 

Not because I

see a darkening sky

or think it will end in a sigh

or to be duplicitously obliged

 

But mother’s care

and father’s strength to bear

give lost boys of a legionnaire

eyes, one of a kind, perspective to share

 

The Love we need

to see all the Lovely

to give us the strength to outreach

begins with a hero and a skinned knee

 

The world is a tangle of knots, from where we’re from to where we be, a beautiful, elegant, messy tapestry

 

Tether