Threads of Me
Threads of Me
The divine is a tailor.
I am woven by the thread
the needle pulls through
the patchwork quilt
of my ordinary life.
If I only followed the needle,
I may fail to observe
the beautiful pattern emerging,
slowly becoming something more
than my death shroud.
When I am awake
I can allow my life
to be sewn into a blanket
used for warmth in the winter
and a picnic in the summer.
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns,
so that each small piece of her fabric
reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.
~ Richard P. Feynman
