Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

A Tapestry to Treasure

Judith B. Walter


Life is like a mountain stream

Ever flowing, ever changing, ever mysterious.

Tumbling, floating, roaring along

The calm pool of good days and good times

The cascade of falling tears, but only for a while.

The tossing about over rocks of hurt and disappointment

The roar of rage and injustice never quite understood

But always, always moving forward--

Sometimes quickly and sometimes imperceptibly

But still moving, moving, moving.

Nearing the end of the stream and looking back

One can see the beauty and the ugliness

And accept them both as part of the tapestry of life.

How much do we weave and how much is woven for us?

Do we choose the colors but not the design?

Do we choose the design but not the colors?

Do we choose at all?

Questions, questions

No sure answers

Just a tapestry that is our life.

Woven of sadness and joy

Of surprise and rage

Of peace and turmoil

Of work and rest

Of mistakes and magic

Of laughter and tears.

Life is like a mountain stream

Ever flowing, ever changing, and ever mysterious.

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Judith B. Walter writes nonfiction, fiction, and poetry. She lives in Franklin, Tennessee, where she enjoys reading, writing, local history, and the arts. 

© Judith B. Walter

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