Lacing Loops

As my fingers slip through the ring

Dipping the shuttle in and out of a sailor’s knot,

I marvel at the way we dip in, slip out of each other’s lives

Tatting all the way…

Some we meet, wound by the frail thread of life;
Only to move on.

Some walk with us a longer mile

One knot at a time...

Some we lose and yet meet again,

Bound into a pretty pattern:
Blessed, Richer for having met
Along the winding shuttles of life’s breath.

I’m glad we laced our lives together

To become yet another loop in the larger puzzle of eternity.