this moment appeared
you realised you held a thread.
you were tired dear heart, and that’s okay –
so you laid your weary head.
the yarn it dropped onto the floor,
intertwined within the mess.
you escaped, closing your eyes
forgetting you were blessed.
you slumbered until
the dawns and stars became but a dream,
so lost in yourself, helping everyone else
then one day you saw what we see.
a glimmer, a hope a life you want
it’s all within your reach.
you reached down,
and stumbled around ,
until you picked up the thread,
lifting your gaze, the lifeline before you
curiosity of where you might tread.
you tugged, and you picked and pulled it along,
not knowing the destination,
a golden weave through all your memories;
an informal invitation.
and as your grip gained determination,
you yanked the thread once more,
the realisation dawning on your face,
you’d dreamed of this path before.
you’d been pulling and turning,
and churning, and here,
you stumble upon the piled yarn.
the unravelling reality,
so present before you
the reminder you’ve come so far.
this tapestry called life,
it’s yours to be rewoven.
nothing was wasted,
and nothing ever will be.
every moment a moment,
for a life that is spoken.
what is meant to be will be.
those days of heavy eye lids,
of drooping heart despair,
though they will not end,
in the quiet there will be sweet repair.
all the things you once laid down,
will be returned, now restored.
your new garment of wonder,
the tales of your soul,
the after to your before.
this is your moment,
the one you’ve waited for.
this is your evolution,
the one you cannot ignore.
xox