Interwoven
Life is like a tapestry, warp giving strength to weave.
Each birth’s celebration a potential loss to grieve.
We might wrangle living’s fairness, its giving and its taking—
one soul giving into sleep as a new soul is waking.
Its weave may seem circuitous, beginnings onto leavings,
all the energy of life–its lovings and its heavings,
yet the flaw within the tapestry is what gives it its beauties.
The pleasures of the life we live are leavened by its duties.
The prompts today are energy, tapestry, circuitous, wrangle.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/04/rdp-tuesday-prompt-energy/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/04/fowc-with-fandango-tapestry/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/04/circuitous/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Your point is expressed in the most wonderful, soothing way, Judy. Thank you for this poem!
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And thanks, Dolly, for always commenting in a supportive manner.
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My pleasure, dear Judy, but I am only being sincere!
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Love that last line.
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Thanks, gran.
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I believe in Persian rugs, a flaw was a requirement because only God could make something perfect 🙂
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Yes.. I was thinking of that.
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Exceptionally beautiful! Well said. So enjoyed. I noted the shorter poems and am reminded that you can say a lot with few words. Lovely post.
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Thanks, Regina.
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