There is the place above, white and bright
And the place below, shadowed with strife
Weaving them together, the place between
The ground with roots, twigs, and green
One is where we believe angels fly,
the other is for others who refuse to abide
What’s left is where we breathe and reside
Is one good, one evil, and one where choices are made?
Or are they all intertwined and part of a harmonious plane?
In all things, there is shadow and light
In every breath, the threads of life
Near Minocqua, Wisconsin
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013
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4 thoughts on “Intertwined”
it’s the tapestry of life, isn’t it, as we weave all the threads together not truly knowing the final product!
So true. 🙂