Hands Through the Clouds

Life knits an ever evolving pattern
Where you can never be sure
How things turn out,
And no doubt
You’ll lose stitches along the way,
Crooked seams where cracks appeared,
Patches wet from tears,
Emotional times in difficult years,
Double stitches
Where you’ve been helped
By family or friends
Because love amends.

No matter how well you knit
There will always be holes
Where your soul never mends,
Yet heaven extends
Hands through the clouds,
Divine signs,
To warn in advance
Of a change in chance.
Strands of different colours
Intertwine seamlessly,
Knitting the rich tapestry
Of life’s majesty.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017
Based on a vision I had of hand reaching down from heaven
Just before my sister died suddenly

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