The complex rug is nearly complete.
There’s a corner not yet done
Weavers have not reached that spot
It may take months or years to darn.
The colors were chosen by someone other than me
But I’ve tried very hard to manipulate the design
Altering roads, trespasses, adventures, and faces
I’ve wanted the scenery and the characters to be mine.
Beneath the beauty of the glorious vision
Threads hang in dismal disarray
Having no beginning nor conclusion
Tangled in confusion of night or day.
Soon the corner will be started
New threads will be woven in
And when the scene is finally done
And the passage rug is complete ~
Eternal life can begin.
© Natala Orobello