We need each of those precious moments and events.
Snapshots of great beauty, and encapsulated joy
in bubbles.

We must celebrate the unexpected gifts of word.
Treasures of glance and touch, and smile
we share.

Hold on when in despair at the cruelty of life
and of mans inhumanity to himself and
the world

These threads of gold shine bright in the tapestry
of dark woven pain and are the fabric which
clothes us

and gives us face.