The Golden Thread in The Fabric Of Time

In life
There is a golden pulsing
A silken thread
Running through it all
Hemming the length of spiritual
Inseams,
Ironing in, the perfect crease
Adding beauty to life's
Adornment
Those golden stitches
Binding us all together
In uncommon leather
For surely
We all share in the heart of it,
In our appearances
As well as our hidden beliefs
Which only manifest
When we
Decide
To allow our God-given choices
To be shared
Through the golden thread
On time's endless spool
Which we wrap ourselves around
In order that we
May communicate in perfect lengths
Our present understanding
Of earthly Love
Or,
That, which we have no words for
That infinitesimal
Inference
Found dangling,
On the golden thread
And running through,
The fabric,
Of time...

Tony Taylor
* another work in progress