Threaded In

have you ever seen

how the world is tied to you

with strings spun together

of memory, anger, hopes

and other things

vibrating like a violin sings

making constant melody

sweetly humming beauty

and dissonance according

to the variance of life itself

are we pulled or pushed—

dragging along all our lives

or draped like limp puppets?

and i can barely see

the strings ending

(does it reach beyond the years?)

and i can scarcely hope its finding

(though i shed its tears)

and beyond it’s my reminding

(can i never know it here?)

yet i'm wondering

and finding…

if it’s You that threads me in.