Threads | our reflective space

Red, green,
Blue, gold,
Fragile or strong,
Long/ infinitesimal,
There and here,
Colourful.

Tied up, undone,
In sorrow and joy,
On paths untrodden
And broad highways.
We make our way.
Tangled weaving.

Starting alone,
Befriended or lost.
Threads criss-cross
In a tapestry of
Recognising
Ourselves
In each other.

One at last.

Maureen Burke IBVM
Cana Reflection 02.02.22