Creative Corner
Oh if one could see
that the world need not be
so blind.
That words can be softer
than silk—true silk—
and be worth about as much.
The heart spins spools
of these silken threads in the hopes
that we will use them to create a love blanket
For someone:
A mother, a best friend,
the man on the street.
But often, too often,
we harvest the labors of the heart
and clothe ourselves in our own blanket.
Even though we have enough to shelter
every creature, every blade of grass,
every ray of the sun.