The Way It Is
by William Stafford
There is a thread you follow
It goes among things that change,
but it does not change.
People wonder what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread,
but it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it, you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen,
people get hurt,
or die,
And you suffer and get old.
Nothing you can do can stop time
unfolding.
But you don’t ever let go of the thread.
Some of us have lost the thread somewhere along the way or may never have realized that it was there for us. It’s easy to find…if we want to. There is a gentle voice in our hearts that whispers to us. It can be hard to hear if we let our minds chatter away like crazy monkeys, never stopping; even as we lay our heads on our pillows at night. It may be time to listen, to be quiet. What is the thread are you holding?
pete
