Patterns of Change
as we live we find we do things over and over until they become patterns
patterns define us give keys to who we are patterns of speech
patterns of movement patterns of expression you say you want change
change isn't easy hard to drop old ways over time we have become
who we are point to our chest this is who i am
like the sculptor i have worked hard to become me
in all my weirdness who is to say we are not like the house of cards
if one is pulled the whole thing might fall who can say which one
not to sound righteous but accept me as i am less than perfect
no easy way to remove the offensive parts cannot be cut away with scissors
swinging from your chatelaine in church we heard remove the plank
from your own eye before you attempt to remove the splinter from mine all is quiet
someone coughs in the back the sound echoes the liturgy continues
i am not a sudden appearance but rather i am a work in progress i am not an apparition
i have been here for a long time creating patterns i hold the ends of the yarn
thread the shuttle weave a life in my own image
where is it written we can ask another to change we have been ourselves
since we were kids we have heard the call we have answered
now we are old change isn't easy at any age
the day will come we will lie flat we will be food for the crows
we will begin to smell you will recognize the change the last change we will make
loved ones dabbing tears from their eyes it will be a furtive change
the patterns we created will be set will be remembered
November 27, 2016
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