Sunday, June 29, 2008

To Craft an Eternity

The cat’s cradle, now entangled
Once carefully embossed
Lay quiet in the shadows,
Fortuitously lost.

For once upon a yesteryear
The threads were tightly strung
Through the fingers of a youthful heart,
A heart that had been won.

T’was a vict’ry of patience.
Wisdom gathered in the mind.
Hands freed to weave a pattern,
Leaving all mistakes behind.

All arrogance was vanquished
And selfishness suppressed,
Tamed and tempered to appeasement
By the gentlest caress.

Yet, the game now lay abandoned,
For “t’was but child’s play.”
And as the years march onward
We put childish things away.
But as the string doth wind and weave
And weld two hands to one,
So the circles of our lives
Are not so eas’ly undone.

For what was lost, has now been found;
The dust brushed from its face.
The deft hands restring the cord
To its once familiar place.

The knots are tied with increased care
Gleaned from maturity.
Two hands apart, now interlace—
To craft an eternity.

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