Normal to Zero/Threads From the Tapestry

Life is an intricate tapestry, its delicate threads woven by many hands,

the images drawn with love, hate and fear,

painted with hues of laughter and tears,

each thread a memory, a wish, a desire

of the fledgling soul as it ignites the fire

within our hearts.

It is a challenge, when a snag appears, to let it be,

eager to repair the damage so that none will see,

we pull and tuck until the beauty unravels more,

leaving great holes in the perfection that could be.

If only we, contented, gently stroked the worn

and torn bits and, stepping back,

admire the subtle changes

that define a life of love

and not of lack.

My Father passed away two days ago. I have a full, yet broken heart at this time. I am looking at the tapestry, seeing the faded places with loving memory, each small imperfection proof that we lived fully, courageously and with purpose. The road is paved with thorns and strewn with roses. There cannot be one without the other. I will remember you, Daddy. 

Clifton C Kimble 

1936-2020

A Warrior for Love

Hallelujah...

Life Is a Tapestry...

And finally, one of his favorites..

Now, Daddy...go play ball! ❤️❤️❤️