The weaving


Strands of happiness,

Twisted grief

Bunched up anger,

loose relief

The fabric of our stories

knits us together,

Filled with small stitches

as strong as leather

The material isn’t smooth,

or even in colour

But without variation

Life would be much duller

So just remember

On days when you struggle

every thread adds beauty

Even those you have to juggle


2 Responses to “The weaving”

  1. Oh how I love these words Heather. I am a firm believer in stories and the power they have to unlock pain in others. Thank you, Jesus.