The Tapestry Hangs Before Me

THE TAPESTRY HANGS BEFORE ME

when i look
at the words
woven in the fabric,
love stands out.
but see,
it needs a place
where comfort resides-
a poetic declaration
threaded out of life.

tragedies of yesteryear
become explorations
written in metaphor.
sometimes understanding

is all it takes.
there is strength,
a caricature-
omnipotent and alive.

it needs you
and the work
will be complete.