Patchwork

 
No one left with a heart for caring

This family the quilt with the fabric tearing


Ever further away from each other

The cold reality of our distance is the pain hollowing into the chest


We drift apart

As if we were directed by the sign of chaos



Bold warnings of keeping away from the face of our bridge

Judging and banishing each other as we live strangle by the spiritual cord of ego


Divided we wilt in the shadows beyond forgiveness

In a time when purity needs constant strength to keep from succumbing to convolution




How I wish we could all meet on a playground

Loving each other unencumbered


Rejuvenating the delicate bonds that connect us as a family

Washing away the the hurt


Languishing in the warmth one can only feel radiating from many beloved smiling faces


A song of harmony with my brothers and sisters

Echoing through the tree of our history


A pattern of branches

Tracing back to the beginnings where we were first given the gift of life