We Are a Tapestry of Time

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We are a tapestry of time, stitched together soul by soul by gossamer threads. Reflections of golden rays of sun and silver bands of moonlight, unveiling the fragile heart that beats within.

WE ARE A TAPESTRY OF TIME

By Al Garcia

We are a tapestry of time, stitched together soul by soul by gossamer threads.  Reflections of golden rays of sun and silver bands of moonlight, unveiling the fragile heart that beats within.

We are a trace of stardust and of dreams, ever building golden highways to the sky to find the land of Shangri-La, an oasis of immortality, beyond the hurt and pain and fear. 

We are wonderers in the vastness of all that is, aroused by the splendor before and beyond us, ever searching for the inexplicable and unfathomable, and sensing the awe, the astonishment, the surprise or admiration for what is beyond the rainbow, and beyond the reach of mortal man.

We are filled with curiosity and doubt, confidence and timidity, tenderness and animosity.  A contradiction of emotions and devotions, like an embryonic enigma, evolving, growing and searching. 

We are harvesters and scatterers.  Embracing at times the family of man, but more often than not, abhorring and detesting, and scattering and casting aside those with whom we cannot identify with, like the humble, the lowly, the meek and the poor.

And now we find ourselves in a time and at a place where wisps of humility have risen from the ashes of our past.  The world has shriveled and shrunk, and we are absorbed by the unifying moment of illumination.  We realized too late, that the world is a living, breathing, palpitating entity, worthy of reverence and respect.  And the creatures, great and small, rich or poor, black or brown or white, red or yellow or any hue in between, must come together to keep the dream alive. 

We are a tapestry of time.  We are smatterings of stardust and of dreams.  We are medre reflections in the maelstrom of creation.  And we are not alone.  We have each other.  We have our dreams.  And we have yet a destiny to fulfill. 


Submitted: May 25, 2021

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