The threads
I pick up the threads of friendship.
Threads woven into a thick cable
A cable made of
Shared food
Laughter
Favorite poems
Stories made new with each telling
Nodding heads
Music
Art
New ideas
Passion
Lazy smiles
Shared books
The strands of the cable are all the colors of the rainbow.
connecting each of us.
Friends share friends from near and far.
Some fade while others grow brighter.
Each leaves a mark.
The strands of the cable become the core of ancestors;
from which emerges new generations
which silently awaits the new threads
forming the coat of Joseph
Which like the loaves of bread expands to
cover the multitudes.
Written August 28, 2018
I pick up the threads of friendship.
Threads woven into a thick cable
A cable made of
Shared food
Laughter
Favorite poems
Stories made new with each telling
Nodding heads
Music
Art
New ideas
Passion
Lazy smiles
Shared books
The strands of the cable are all the colors of the rainbow.
connecting each of us.
Friends share friends from near and far.
Some fade while others grow brighter.
Each leaves a mark.
The strands of the cable become the core of ancestors;
from which emerges new generations
which silently awaits the new threads
forming the coat of Joseph
Which like the loaves of bread expands to
cover the multitudes.
Written August 28, 2018
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