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Beautiful Star – A Poem

Beautiful Star – A Poem

Love—the centrepiece,
the missing part of our
life puzzle; bright,
beautiful star, in pieces,
when we aren’t centre stage.
Our lives not in scraps or
tatters, rather a fine fabric,
a gorgeous tapestry of silver
threads, everything, everyone
called to make love and move,
bending, bodies slow,
universal music binds us.
We’re all wrapped up in this together.

Belinda

May 14, 2019

 

About This Poem

Every person has a silver thread that ties them (and their energy field) to the universe. This is how we are loved and “watched over” while on earth. The silver thread is love. It’s true then, in a literal sense, that love is what makes the world go around.

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