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The pane of glass echoes the glare of the sun.

A solitary figure is reflected in the smooth surface

Yet somehow she does not stand alone.



With each friend, each love, each foe

that we meet, a thread is woven into the

fabric that creates our hearts.



Some threads are strong and will not yield.

Other are thin and easily broken.

Some threads are full of the color of life.

Others are muted tones of strength.

Some threads are long and deeply imbedded.

Others are short and end suddenly.

Some threads brought laughter as they weaved.

Others brought tears to cleanse the fabric.

Some were so deeply inserted that they were often hard to see.

Others always lie close to ths surface.

In the reflection I see my heart.



It is my faces that stares back at me

But in my eyes I see the reflection of threads

that have completed my soul.


© Copyright Brenda Hager, July 2002
Do not use or reproduce without permission

""When the heart sings and the spirit soars,
the music of life is complete."
bkh - October 99
"Love is the music the heart sings best."
"To bring you laughter each morning and warmth at night...
would bring me joy at all hours." :c)

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