Within the tapestries of every human heart

Memories circle like floating ribbons in time

Each minute each second, all playing a part

Roaming like echoes through lonely old pines.

Marvelous were many, yet, tragic were some

All written in mysteries for God to unfold

Sad with the telling as loved ones went home

Mingling with time to the ribbons of old.

With cascades of wonder these memories tell all

About times of enchantment and falling in love

Trials and tribulations that now seem so small

Continue to vanish into the Light from above.

Life’s stories so precious remind the soul

That moment by moment, time claims her own

And ever so gentle, God’s hands knits us whole

Especially, when one ribbon has to go on alone.