These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Threaded Friends

Tying knots to make a chain,
woven for great strength.
Friendship's gift doth make it plain,
togethermore at length.

Around a form to make a craft
as hand in hand we weave.
Each day together as we've laughed,
such bonds for life we cleave.

Someday, the necklace will be done.
Someday, the craft is shown.
Someday, the race is finally won.
Someday, we'll know as known.

Some knots require great weaving skill.
Some threads may knot them wrong,
but slow and steady weaver's will
can make of this a song.

We mix the hues into a tone
that gifts the newest thing.
As life together's fully sown,
forever we will sing.

The fibers of the larger threads
may rub, and catch, and knot
as each one's quirks become as treads
upon these hearts we've got.

Great effort may require us tease,
untangling just one wrong,
but some so deep may cause to freeze
the goodness of the song.

'Tis then we snip, and cut it off,
this impasse of our hurt
in order not to burn, nor toss
the knitting of the shirt.

But when we cut the thread at all,
the strength of wisdom shows,
that gifted hands restore our call
as great Creation knows.

Much better far when first we weave
the wondrous, threaded piece
as working slow, our souls receive
the gifted life of peace.

by Jay O’Toole
on August 4th, 2025