We are thrust into this world
threadless, naked souls.
In our frantic grasp of breath –
we are born a wayfarer upon time’s sands.
First we crawl – clumsily step and fall.
In youth we find our legs,
using them to skip about and run.
Then to chase, then to sustain.
In maturity, we discover the wisdom of pace
and develop a steady stride.
Along our way –
Life covers us in shrouds of black.
Dark robes, inky veils, and heavy cloaks.
This is with certainty and this is fact:
it is up to each drifter –
each swathed soul-
to seek the silver threads.
To collect, to protect
and to deliberately spin
chords of sterling fabric.
We are all thrust into this world
as threadless, naked souls.
But it is of our own volition
to dress in silver linings.
©2011 rashael crystal