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PATTERNS (12/90)
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Patterns of life: Veins of time. Vines intertwined, Out from the root They shoot survival lines. Each demands a space For their own kind. County trunks Off the main road, Patterns of life Stretch, twist and turn Spun to the future, Yet always backward They yearn. Leaning ahead But always, Searching for the Beginning of the mysterious Thread. Who was the gardener Who first sowed, The seed from which We all have grown?
Patterns of life: Tiny fingers draw Life in lines, They define times Simple & small. Their scrawls Do not consider Complications at all. They're the beginning Blossoms at the End of our times. The first buds of Flowers who continue our Ever growing vine.
Patterns of life: Fathers & Mothers, Sisters & Brothers, Husbands & Wives, Patterns of life, Tied & woven, Just as seeds are sown, Families are grown. Generation to generation Patterns of life are Born, Patterns of life are torn. Patterns of life are worn, We carry each a vow Of the first promise sworn.
Patterns of life: Love binds lives Spun together, Good seed and bad, Woven by threads Like intricate webs Tied in bridges From time to time. Whether we cherish Or deny, Life in itself A truth applied. Our intentions And designs Matter little Over time. Love chooses it Own, And places a mark On the heart Of its own kind.
Patterns of life Appear not planned. Rather, It is simply We need not understand. For life lines in time Are sown true and fine, By hands far greater Than any man's, With purpose in Each and every tie That binds.
Patterns of life Veins of blood in time, Names like yours and mine. From the first hand that planted, To the seed that now grows, The cause of the beginning, Is the purpose of the end. Patterns of life flourish By love and what love intends. Patterns of life are nourished By love and on what love depends. Faith, love, and hope, Our beginning, Our reason, Our end.
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