Threads of Silver Lining

by Mary E. Lowd

Weaving with the silver linings
Making something new
When rain pours down
Around you
And everything is mud
Pull strands of silver from the sky
Hold them in your fingers
They’re small next to the storm
But when it clears—

The things you weave
Will still be yours

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