“Threads of Connection”

A poem I wrote…

“Threads of Connection”

From the little things to the big things,

perspective shifted,

and it brought a different light.

The pieces of the puzzle were mismatched—

fragile, broken, scattered in the wrong places.

Bits had fallen, and still there was effort

to pull them together,

to hide the mess spread across the table in a room

where light still shone across.

Through the deep, dark tones,

from all the falling colors unsure where to go,

they found connection—

joining together in similarities,

bringing beauty even through what might have been

black and white,

or gray splattered across the storyline.

What seemed dull in your eyes

was never bound by rule,

nor by the order this earthly kingdom makes,

locking vision behind stigma and stereotypes,

handing every passerby a list of beliefs,

programmed to take lies as truth

in their grand story.

Yet still, through generations—

through grandmothers and grandfathers,

through the ones you call mom and dad—

paths crossed at the perfect time,

in the chosen place,

to meet, to connect,

to be united by the power and love of God.

From that union came an awe-inspiring child,

crafted by the Creator of the world,

shaped into a frame—

a frame held together with memories,

reminding us how beautiful life is,

and how love will always find us.

A love that connects heart to heart

through valleys and storms.

An outpour from the One who is Love—God—

never disconnecting, never hiding,

but living within us, drawing us near.

What a gift we receive,

a gift we do not deserve:

a death we should have paid for,

a cross that shattered hearts in a million pieces

but gathered them whole again,

redeeming our souls from the dark depths of sin.

Now, in the light of our majestic King,

wrapped in grace and compassion,

we have freedom in our Redeemer.

We are held in the arms of Love,

forever and always.

💗