Tapestry of Life and Fate

So, I haven't had much to report on these last few days. I've finished one of the four books that I'm required to get for class. As for why I've been so into reading the books for class, I have no idea. Shouldn't I be getting back to the Bible? Yeah, probably, but since I don't have anything else to report, I'm going to give you a poem that I wrote ages ago instead.

You'll probably notice that I use old poems as sort of fillers for when I can't think of anything to write. This poem was written back in 2005, approximately two years before I became a Christian. It gives you a very brief look into how I viewed the world as an individual who believed in nothing beyond death but still had the background of a Christian culture (from school mainly as living with my mother only afforded me a little spiritual experience). So, without any further ado, the poem:

Tapestry of Life and Fate
By: Trinity Baker (originally posted under the alias of Luminick on Deviantart.com)

In each life was a separate,
living thread in space,
then our lives would pull together,
forming an enormous blanket,
an enormous quilt,
a tapestry of life and fate.

The web would spin itself,
its long strands entwining with others,
making pictures of entire lifetimes.
It would show couples, singles,
siblings, parents, teachers, peers,
and all in between.

Within it, your fate and mine are tangled,
our strands showing us the way in life,
and as we travel this path our strands grow longer,
and the pictures of our life are shown.

We're happy, having the best time of our lives,
the only loosening of our threads being small,
showing our movements too and from our daily duties,
and then quickly joining only to be intertwined once more.

Life goes on, and years pass,
we grow up quiet fast.
Two new strands have joined us,
twisting around and between us,
showing us more love and sympathy then we will ever know.

Our Children.

We meet other couples,
with their own children and friends,
weaving around us in a comfortable,
secure netting of tapestry strands.
Soon we have met entire communities of strands,
all of our fates connected to ours,
and ours likewise to theirs.

Our life seems to go by faster,
our children grow up faster than we do,
and they create strands of their own,
grand children and great-grandchildren,
new gifts for our strands to tighten around.
We slowly loose touch with other couples,
and their children, and friends,
our strands slowly leaving ours,
and going on their own, separate paths.
Our strands seem to shine brighter than ever,
happy times, referred to by all by a mere three words.

The Golden Years.

We're getting old now,
our life's memories fading,
and the life from our strands being to fade,
to become a dim glow of what they once were.

Then you became sick,
damaged beyond all repair,
and your strand struggles to stay straight,
and in what seems like an instant,
your strand vanishes,
no longer in existence,
and my own strand suddenly has nothing to hold onto.
I weep for you,
to try to get you backs,
weeks go by without my notice,
but I already know you are forever gone,
lost to the never stopping world.

For your lose I am forced to have a new strand,
one that is non-human,
to join my own at our now lonely home.
It provides me with company,
although it's not in it's best behavior.

I am slowly losing my memories,
my body slowly becoming like yours,
and I know that my strand is straining,
trying so desperately to stay straight,
to follow it's course and continue onward.

Therefore, finally my strand gives out,
suddenly going bright,
before dimming further than before,
and then going out completely.

I am finally gone from the world,
and the strands of our children,
our grand children and great- grand children,
still shine bright behind us,
carrying on our legacy.

Yet the Tapestry of Life and Fate,
nonstop and never ending as it is,
continued to weave itself,
the picture of us slowly fading away,
but its purpose remaining the same.
Although it seems though it can’t be,
the tapestry is finally missing something,
something it never had long,
yet it would treasure forever more.

You and Me.