There are so many stories swirling around me,
So many twisting threads of Life.
All I have to do is reach out in front of me,
And grab one of the swirling scrolls,
And spread it out on the table before me.
Then, I can read it, step-by-step;
Page-by-page the truth makes itself known;
Word-by-word, a brand new color is revealed.
My Light may dim; it may brighten—
Regardless, it’s changed forever,
And it changes yet again
When I pull another manuscript
From the plethora of stories that dance.