I am but a string, upon which all my memories
upon which all my existences run.
Jeweled beads one by one rest on me,
though I am not the beads.
Memory to memory, life to life and all that lies between,
I am the string, the ocean in a drop of water—
not separate from.
The same string that runs through you and me,
the thread of being that knits the seams of everything.
Woven of light, the exhalation of God weaving through
me and you, the stars, a child’s laughter, a grieving mother,
the deepest sea.
There is no other but the breath of God.
I’ve been here forever, so have you.
© 2014 Shoshana Wolfington
April 17, 2014 at 4:33 pm
Let if flow;
Let it flow;
Let it flow.
This is when you know it is The Sacred Spirit speaking through you.
April 17, 2014 at 5:01 am
Thanks, Tom! I almost feel guilty putting my name on this as it seemed to just flow out of my pen.
April 17, 2014 at 4:51 am