Tapestry of Life

Life is a tapestry, a woven colored canvas,

With intricate twists and turns,

We spiral in and out, lives touch and part,

Or blend to form new patterns,

A colorful array in every shade and hue,

Are these threads of life.

With care and love we can become,

A woven piece of art,

A canvas of many colors that show life's roads.

Eventually that tapestry will begin to fade,

The signs of tiredness begin to show,

Due to the wear and tear of age.

Sometimes it can be patched, and cherished for a while,

Then finally the day comes, when no more can be done,

To preserve the tapestry made so long ago with love.

So sadly, we have to part with it,

Its beauty a memory held close,

And watch the weavings in our lives,

Create new woven art.

New lives touch, some blend, some part.

Amongst the weaving we can often find,

A Phoenix woven into the cloth of life,

It makes our living seem blessed,

And much more worthwhile.

Since creation this cycle of weaving has revolved,

And long after we have gone,

The weaver in the sky,

Will continue weaving the threads

Of weft and waft,

On that great loom of life,

Every single one of us adds a thread or two,

Some smooth and fine, some rough and flawed,

But each of us leaves his mark,

For this is the way of the seasons of life,

And will be for evermore.

-- Pauline Khong 1998