The Tapestry of Existence
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
2 months ago
Cradle of dawn, where the first light breaks,
Nature awakens, in a dance she makes.
With every leaf that whispers in the breeze,
And every drop of dew on bending trees,
She weaves a tale of love, in colors bright,
In the song of birds, in the morning light.
Love, like a river, flows through the land,
Carving valleys deep, shaping every strand.
It bends and twists through the heart's terrain,
A force unseen, yet nothing remains the same.
It builds mountains high, then wears them away,
And in its wake, leaves beauty that will stay.
Beauty, a fleeting glimpse in the eye,
Of a sunset that paints the evening sky.
In the petal's curve, in the ocean's roar,
In the laughter of a child, in the ancient lore.
It is the silent witness to time's embrace,
Marking moments of grace in every place.
Time, the keeper of all that has been,
Moves with patience, neither foe nor friend.
It turns the seasons, molds the earth,
Bringing death, yet giving birth.
It sweeps away the old, ushers in the new,
Yet it’s the constant thread that pulls us through.
Space, vast and endless, a mystery untold,
Holds the secrets of the ages, dark and cold.
In the void, stars are born and die,
A cosmic dance in the endless sky.
It is the stage on which all plays unfold,
A canvas where the universe's tales are told.
Silence, profound, in the depths of night,
Holds the answers just out of sight.
In the stillness, where no voice is heard,
Lies a truth that defies the spoken word.
It is in the pauses, the breath between,
Where the essence of all things can be seen.
Death, the shadow that follows near,
Is not to be feared, nor to revere.
It is the doorway to another plane,
A part of life’s endless chain.
In its embrace, we find release,
A passage to a place of peace.
God, the eternal, the infinite light,
The source of all that is right.
In every heartbeat, in every breath,
In life, in love, in death.
He is the mystery that binds us all,
The answer to the soul's deepest call.
Life, a journey, a fleeting dream,
Flows like water in a restless stream.
It is joy, it is sorrow, it is hope, it is pain,
A cycle of loss, and a cycle of gain.
It is the dance between light and shade,
The masterpiece in which all things are made.
Peace, a longing in every heart,
A dream from which we never part.
It is the calm after the storm,
The gentle touch that keeps us warm.
In its embrace, we find our way,
A place where love and beauty stay.
War, the scourge that scars the earth,
Tears apart the things of worth.
It is the darkness that clouds the mind,
Leaving only sorrow behind.
Yet through its fire, we often see,
The value of what peace can be.
Happiness, a fleeting state,
Is the balance of love and fate.
It is found in moments small,
In the laughter, in the call.
It is the sunshine after rain,
The sweet relief after pain.
Loneliness, the echo in the void,
Is the heart's deepest fear deployed.
Yet in its depth, we often find,
A truth that frees the mind.
It is the silence before the dawn,
The quiet place where new life is drawn.
Mysteries abound in this life we live,
In every thought, in all we give.
They are the questions that never cease,
The puzzles that deny us peace.
Yet in their web, we often see,
The beauty of life's uncertainty.
Tis in this tapestry, woven tight,
With threads of darkness and threads of light,
We find our place, our story told,
In the weave of life, both young and old.
And as the loom of time does spin,
We dance to the rhythm of all that's within.
For in nature, love, and beauty's grace,
In change, time, and space's embrace,
In silence, death, and God's great hand,
In life, peace, war, and all that stands,
In happiness, loneliness, and mystery's art,
We find the truth that binds our heart.
