A visitor came
He wrapped it tightly around himself
and spoke of what he saw–
All things gone wrong
disease and death and war.
“Try it on,” he said
as he went out the door.
I did not want the darkness
I struggled with its weight,
but found he had left it anyway.
The heaviness fell around me.
I tried and tried to take it off
But it was only when I asked my Heart
“What can I do to find you again?”
That the answer came.
“Give me the Beauty that you see.
Let me hold it for you.”
Then I began to remember–
rain turned to rainbows by the sun,
new leaves shining in the morning light,
dogs running joyously on the beach,
people laughing and waving,
from a distance, echoes of love.
My Heart grew larger and began to shine.
I will weave a cloak from moments of Beauty
sewn with the golden thread of sun
and the silver thread of moon.
I will wear it lightly
so it flows around me
with the changing winds.