threads of one

the morning arises. the grandma praying for her day the teenager walking his mini poodle thinking about the schoolwork he has

the teacher arriving to work planning her lesson

the baby wakes up crying having bad dreams but unable to communicate the sounds of unity and harmony though we feel weak. all living our song. no. we are never alone we are threads of one goodness comes from grief falling in a pit 60 feet deep, and getting back on your feet joy sprouts from loss missing a loss but instead of falling down giving gratitude success springs from effort and dedication. together the world spins on and on we are not alone. we can find strength in each other , we are all strings weaving the threads of one.