Woven Lives

If we could see from up above
Patterns that our friendships make 
Mantilla shawls our twining be
Our woven lives like gauzy lace

Some strands drawn closer tighter here
While others open up the weave 
Though near or far all are secure 
Make up the pattern one does see 

For reasons hidden to the strands 
The way of weave unknown to them 
Together for some fresh design
Beauty in their friendship stands 

And while the woven thing is thrown 
O’re shoulders near or far away 
The weave holds firm where’re it be 
Connected strands tied beautifully 

Who knew the strands to be so long
The weaving started years ago
The strands still meshing over time 
Friendships strong where’re they go

And as the woven lace grows old 
The strands some frayed, grown more soft 
The beauty of the lace much more 
The value far beyond the cost 

The strands remain yet strongly tied
Secure in their relationships
Hearts there warmed and burdens shared 
Beneath the weave of living lace