A LITTLE FRIYAY INSPIRATION!

On this Venus Day, I wanted to share a bit of creativity from my guru in the spirit, Rev. Dr. Howard Thurman. This is a beautiful piece of the many poems he wrote, the sort of thing that waters my spirit during dry and weary times. I commend to you and hope you enjoy it. Have a great weekend!

The Threads in My Hand

Only one end of the threads, I hold in my hand.
 The threads go many ways, linking my life with other lives.

One thread comes from a life that is sick; it is taut with anguish
 and always there is the lurking fear that the life will snap.
 I hold it tenderly. I must not let it go …

One thread comes from a high-flying kite;
 it quivers with the mighty current of fierce and holy dreaming
 invading the common day with far-off places and visions bright …

One thread comes from the failing hands of an old, old friend.
 Hardly aware am I of the moment when the tight line slackended
 and there was nothing at all — nothing …

One thread is but a tangled mass that won’t come right;
 Mistakes, false starts; lost battles, angry words – a tangled mass;
 I have tried to hard, but it won’t come right …

One thread is a strange thread – it is my steadying thread;
 When I am lost, I pull it hard and find my way.
 When I am saddened, I tighten my grip and gladness glides along its quivering path;

When the waste places of my spirit appear in arid confusion,
 the thread becomes a channel of newness of life.

One thread is a strange thread – it is my steadying thread.
 God’s hand holds the other end …