Thread of Hope
written by
Jeannette Zink
Between the numbered days of life and death weaves a single
fragile thread of hope for all that is good in the universe. The day, when this thread is broken and the mournful
clarion bell is sound, our tears cascade as a fine mist across the early
morning shores of our sorrows. This is
that day.
The global soul now a community of grief and the wounded heart
forever touched as a family of one. It is
on this day that our tears must turn to grains of strength, our amour and
shield of destruction be placed in respite, and our measured days resolved to join
hands in crafting a passageway whereby the entry token is a valued coin earned
by acts of love and respect. This is that
day.
This is that day.
This is that day. This is that day … woven with a thread
of hope.
Peace and love, my kindred spirits.
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