The gloom within
The gloomy blue
The deep blue within
Torn between cracks of concern
Stretched within weave of trouble
My thread, brittle and dull
Pulled to bend to subtle state
‘Oh being, put on mercy, sayeth ‘em
Put on love, it looketh good on thee’
Swaying in the cot of thought
Long I thought
In the vast tapestry of life
A roll of yarn ain’t any use
Until it is stretched
To be of service beyond oneself
