Needle and Thread

A needle, slender and sharp,

draws a dark thread in and out,

stitching together cloth woven

of dreams, generations of dreams

back through time to our beginnings,

Banbury’s tailor stitching together

broadcloth into shirts and breeches,

sold on order or bartered away as payment;

so, too, are we all woven together

through Stephen and Daniel and John,

woven and stitched and bound together

with a common thread, a long, dark thread

drawing us closer, tighter, conjoined

in one spirit, one soul through time

traveling forward, settling now in us

who pass it on to you, my sons and daughters,

an endless thread of dreams continuing.