We twist and turn with the passage of time,with change as inevitable as sunrise.
The joys mount up, tragedies tear us down.
I want to believe there’s a reason for it all.
I hope something ties our lives together,there’s a glue for all the frayed ends,
a pattern that threads its way
We are so busy in the living thoughand I think we have to stop,
be still, hush our minds, stop the world,
to glimpse the pattern invisible
until we look back.