Whatcha looking for?

(
Uhh
My old self that was actually ok when she said she was, I think she fell off somewhere.

Wait I can't say that...)


I'm looking for my favorite pen.


Oh. What does it look like?

I forgot.


What?

The process of life
is like knitting fabric-
A slow, tiresome art,
calling for a lot of patience.

There are ups,
there are downs,
encountered by twists and turns—
and eventually,
in the midst,
tight knots.

But that is what sews it up!

In this course,
none are left in abeyance.

Every thread is distinguished,
with its own sole purpose
in making "living" whole.

Even one plucked out—
and the garment entirely unfolds.

All of us are strands of yarn,
crafted by the hands of God
bound together by the cosmos,
to make one beautiful piece:
Life.

Oh look, that's nice...
Do it again,
Over and over
Continuous loop
Side to side
Over and -
Ow
I guess it's not so
Nice after all

When you fly high
The fall is hard

grey sky welcome
a downpour hoped for

a little excitement
on the rain scale

an old friend
not seen in awhile

Would you notice,
if the sky turned black?
Would you notice,
If all the trees cracked?

Would you notice,
If the rivers ran dry?
Would you notice,
If the lakes began to cry?

Would you notice,
if the sun was gone?
Would you notice,
if the days ran too long?

Would you notice,
if I left this place?
Would you notice,
if you stopped seeing my face?