The Thimble Of Life
Our lord passes us a thimble
He says eat drink and be merry.
He now passes us a needle
And says sow me a patchwork-
Quilt, as big as the world…
Let all nations gather under one
Blanket appease; themselves.
With just a basket of gentian flowers
Lying at the foot of that mountain,
Above the clouds - and here
Transcend your thoughts,
Into a teardropp and let those
Salty pure teardrops pool
Into an ocean—in which
A desert brings forth life.
And like a snow flake!
Melting on your brow,
I'll take on the sorrows of the world
And hand you back to your old-life
Less all its transgressions…
Less all its misgiving's…
I'll hand you back the thimble of life.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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