Tapestry of life

The threads seek each other out,
choosing from a multitude of colours and sizes.
Drawing each one to itself,
firmly weaving them into its own tapestry,
cutting loose where the pattern ends.
Working year after year,
making mistakes,
tearing out threads,
repairing the fabric and moving on.

This is the tapestry of life, the great pictures whose end cannot be seen. Many threads, many lives, many colours of different shapes and sizes go into making our one thread strong and our picture beautiful. Even in it's tragedy, even in sorrow, the picture is always beautiful. And in the end it will come to rest in the great halls of the dead along with so many others who have gone before. Each life tells a different tale, many are similar, no two alike, like a fingerprint we leave behind the story of our lives , quickly forgotten, lost in the dusty archives of the annals of time.