There are some people who make mosaics out of lifetimes.
It’s not the simple elemental effect
Of a magnet
Under a page of iron filings
Making a pattern like magic out of chaos
With the power of the pull.
It’s more conscious
They’ve seen the potential in the fragments
And they haven’t run.
They’ve seen the beauty in the fractured colours
And they’ve set to work.
But not without permission;
This is freedom.
The small exquisite pieces one by one
Are taken from the dragon hoard
Where stealth and sloth had piled up wealth
Without a greater purpose
They’re having fun
And so are you,
Outdoors and far from the lonely mountain
Where the story had begun.
And now Fidelity with her listening ear
And Grace with her extravagant hues
Are teaching you to use
That fell into forgetfulness
Until, the muse at work,
her sisters come
And bring their brothers,
Boldness and Redress
To make the vision larger than it dared.
And bring new life and glory from the Yes.
Each masterpiece will find its pair
Each form its purpose, free from fear.
And in the making
As we build
Our joy and lives breathe
Sarah de Nordwall June 25th 2015