I feel threads between the spaces
you can’t see them but they’re there.
They join together places
of your life that need repair.
They hold the beads together
when they're falling, falling free.
and string the rainy weather
in a peace and harmony.
Now, I could call them prisms
for their sheen reflects a smile;
and we're touched with newer visions
when they tarry for awhile.
Pray for showers in your wilderness
They will bring a sense of wholeness
to our separated dreams.
When you feel these threads or prisms, should you call them by that name,
just stand and know that they will warm you in the falling rain.
"I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis
[This message has been edited by Kathleen (edited 02-13-2001).]