Photo Credit: Lili Saatchi
From umbilical cord, of the mother´s womb of life,
Joined in love, through joys & equal days of strife,
Threads uniting in strings of aura & in family, binds,
Tying us up, on life´s path & on long journeyed lines.
We talk of threads, of cotton, wool, silk, satin & yarn,
Those spun on looms, to sew, knit & some used to darn,
And those skeins of golden hair that turn to silver snow,
As life´s journey proceeds, the threads of love to grow.
Those threadings of tiny spiders & silken gossamer webs,
Dawn´s songs trilling in ribbons, from wee sun-risen nebs,
The breath of Angel´s breathing, on morning misty wisps,
The call of baby´s voices, escaping from rose-bubbled lips.
And the last old cord uniting us to solid & earthbound life,
The ectoplasmic thread, severed by death´s sharpened knife,
Releasing us from…
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