Quietly hope lingers
on soft, gentle fingers
Stringing the cord of life

Silently loves sewn
and pattern grown
To breed out the strife.

The rhythm of the needle
Is one you can't escape
Slowly moving back and forth
Tugging you through life.

Back and forth, back and forth, further and further into life we plunge. The type of pattern you leave is up to you and you alone. Will it be something no one has ever seen before? Something worth remembering? Or will it be another simpler pattern, beautiful but nothing special? Will you leave a pattern that's ugly? Life's unending patterns and tugging you and forcing you through these small holes, it's enough to make a person dizzy with the back and forth and back and forth. Sometimes people make a pattern before they're even born, weaving slowly through the loops of life to have their string suddenly and abruptly cut off. And yet, they've managed to begin a beautiful innocent pattern one that should have been finished. And then there are those who in this life go back and forth and back and forth day to day for so long that they make entire tapestries, pulling those patterns of people that they love into their work and stitching the world together. Life is a constant back and forth, back and forth through which we make great things possible if only we'd just begin. A beautiful pattern can start out dull and finish well. What type of pattern will you leave? Start making the back and forth, and back and forth count for something.







I'm easily amused.