A Golden Thread

Oh come Emanuel 

And advent and the holidays

They’ve come and gone

And I rallied myself to hope

And faith for the coming days

Then comes one financial challenge 

Then another then another

And hope is a distant gleam

As anxiety and fear swoop in

And keep me awake at night

And angry through the day

I rise and make my morning coffee

I watch the birds come and go 

From the feeders in the yard

Under the watery wintry glow of the sun

I sit quietly and listen for a word

Of reassurance of presence of love

It’s nothing big

But I’m reminded of the birds

How they make it through the cold 

And the flowers that now lie dead

With roots and seeds that come to life in 

     spring 

Of the strength and courage of my children 

Of the love of family

With silent tears comes the knowing 

That today and tomorrow will come

And the next week and month and year

And I’ll look back once again

And see the thread of grace 

That even now is weaving gold and silver

Through my days