Monday, November 22, 2010


Dangling threads command your attention.

They wait for you to weave them,
first inward,
then outward
on your spiraling strands.

It never will be done;
the weaving goes on forever.

Hard work,
even tedious;
But what you weave is a garden,
the garden of your soul,
in which you grow yourself,
and the places you’ll go
will glow
with all the colors of your dreams.

So, let those threads command!
The Kosmos awaits your reply:
what are you waiting for?
Weave, weave; for God’s sake, weave!

© 2010 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

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