DEAR SELF

Homespun dreams are making seams in cloth spun from 
my wanting.

I am standing on the threshold of a day that I never walked into before.  It has soft rounded corners and smooth enfolding arms.  Nothing contains my step but its loving arms.  I am not far from myself in this gentle place.  I am open and forthright and my words portray a truth that goes deep in its revealing.

I need never wander.  I no longer wonder.  I am standing on a land made from silk.  I am standing on a landing leading to forever.  I am  standing and life stands beside me filling all the furrows of my tomorrows with the silken threads of fresh becoming.

But I am not alone and I am more than a remnant of silk.  I am that cloth ever being spun by the Spinner within me.  I am clothed in tender and glistening threads. I follow each pattern expressed and amazement enchants my every step.

Oh, Wonderful One, you have spun a cloth so fine for me.  I am emblazoned and full of light and hope.  Nothing could be sweeter, dearer, nearer.  You are steadying the waves of chaos.  A chaos gripping only mortal thoughts. Here in this quiet so serene, I am.

 

Words & Pictures © by Arlene Graston
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