It was not bright enough, not bright enough <br />to show itself to them, to all; to tempt <br />the world to bring it gifts; the coloured wool <br />would say to them look here, look here <br /> <br />it was not strong enough, not strong enough <br />to meet the heat, the cold; to venture <br />in the world’s bright gifts; the coloured wool <br />would warm it in the cold, the cold <br /> <br />it was not safe enough, not safe enough <br />to shield itself from hurt; to live its life <br />amid the strong, the weak; the coloured wool <br />would hide it from the hurt, the hurt <br /> <br />there was not care enough, not care enough; <br />the wool was knotted; slipped and slid <br />around its centre there; the coloured wool <br />is knotted here and here and here <br /> <br />there is not time enough, not time enough <br />to free the wool; the wool it would cast off <br />from off its centre there; the coloured wool <br />that never was the need, the need <br /> <br />there were not words enough, not words enough <br />to free itself; itself which never had the need <br />to bind itself in coloured wools; it did not trust <br />the bright, the strong, the safe, the care, the time.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0271-the-covering/
