A Tapestry to Treasure
Judith B. Walter
Life is like a mountain stream
Ever flowing, ever changing, ever mysterious.
Tumbling, floating, roaring along
The calm pool of good days and good times
The cascade of falling tears, but only for a while.
The tossing about over rocks of hurt and disappointment
The roar of rage and injustice never quite understood
But always, always moving forward--
Sometimes quickly and sometimes imperceptibly
But still moving, moving, moving.
Nearing the end of the stream and looking back
One can see the beauty and the ugliness
And accept them both as part of the tapestry of life.
How much do we weave and how much is woven for us?
Do we choose the colors but not the design?
Do we choose the design but not the colors?
Do we choose at all?
Questions, questions
No sure answers
Just a tapestry that is our life.
Woven of sadness and joy
Of surprise and rage
Of peace and turmoil
Of work and rest
Of mistakes and magic
Of laughter and tears.
Life is like a mountain stream
Ever flowing, ever changing, and ever mysterious.
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Judith B. Walter writes nonfiction, fiction, and poetry. She lives in Franklin, Tennessee, where she enjoys reading, writing, local history, and the arts.
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