The Tapestry

Walking through dreamland
stumbling over stones
life's obstacles
reaching for the rainbow
of clarity
she kneeled down
and rested her forehead
against the earth.

Lifting her eyes
she saw it:
a tapestry
reaching up to the sky,
finely woven
silver threads with
colors in many hues
each stitch on it done
in beauty and perfection,
filling her heart with awe
and admiration.

A cloud passed over the sun
her vision blurred
the tapestry changing
in front of her eyes.
A burn appeared
where someone had slain an innocent,
threads frayed when a lie had been told,

colors faded from not being true to one's self,
the fabric sagging with burdens of guilt,
a stitch incomplete because of betrayal.
The beauty and integrity
of the tapestry all but gone.

As she looked on
a flock of little white lies
flew in,
and she thought: surely not they ...
Alas, they, too, left their mark
on the fabric of life
where their feet had come to rest.
Even the smallest infraction
changed everything.

Her heart spoke to her:
be true to yourself
true to others
and lo and behold
your place in the fabric of life
is healed
and you will be whole.

Awake
and live this life
in divine perfection.