We Are a Tapestry
We are a tapestry,
made of a strong, heavy cloth,
woven over a lifetime.
Intertwining threads from the past,
and threads from just yesterday,
this tapis tells our life.
As time passes, it changes,
our perceptions alter with new experiences,
the tapis, is an accounting of our life-----
This tapestry we unknowingly create,
woven so intricately,
is constantly reshaping it’s design.
Some impressions and images,
clearly remind us of stories past,
fun-filled memories of friendships and joy.
Others pictures depict times in our history-
times that were dark and jumbled,
with faded scenes of memories, some totally unrecognizable.
It is those faded scenes,
we strain to recall,
needing to know, to be sure.
Cleverly, our mind fills in the gaps,
with what makes sense,
but our history is then more distorted.
As we consider our tapestry,
and it’s missing parts of scenes,
we may be perceiving only illusions of the past.
But our tapestry is us,
it is our story, telling how we came into being,
containing our feelings, memories, failures, and successes.
The past is not our whole, or our sum total, and does not dictate,
the final tapis of our life.
We can be proud of our tapestry, if we choose to weave it differently.
Whatever tragedy has befallen us,
we must remember that we alone are the change-agent for our own tapestry,
and able to weave a new tapestry, more vibrant-one we can view with pride.
