Monday, May 16, 2011

Channeled Poem, Weaving Change 5-16-2011

The silver and gold threads weave in and weave out,
through clouds and warm sunshine I wonder about,
encountering those who I think will resist,
instead to see light through the fog and the mist,
from them and to them this light is reflected,
and both of us marvel that we weren't rejected,
and feel an acceptance as One yet apart,
forming the structure of change is an art,
a weaving as I said and the beauty appears,
after the threads of our small steps are clear and seen near,
a more complete picture than we before thought,
and far exceeding the goal we had sought.
--EVE

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