Good friendships evolve into great romances...
my late sister Rebecca and her husband, Jim!
BOLIVIA'S BLUE SKYUnder the afternoon blue sky,
THE SACRED EMBROIDERY
A thread finds its way into the needle's
eye, and goes for a holy walk, weaving
sacred beauty on life's embroidery.
Sharp and pointed, the needle plunges
through tiny orifices like a diver, plunging
into the dark sea.
The needle breaks tiny bubbles below and
surges through the cloth's surface, carrying
the thread across minute openings, visible
only to the needle. Oh to breathe fresh air!
And darkness around the needle
dissipates under the Sun's light;
now; the angels sing to the threaded
needle, their voices weave the needle
across life's sacred embroidery.
Leaves drink the Sun's
sacramental light and shine through
green foliage; perched on their
tips don't petals look for attention?
Slender veins hold the green
leaves on the stem, giving them poise,
next to others in Godly design.
And they stand not alone but together
to claim holy attention.