INVISIBLE THREADS
#InvisibleThreads
A thread I can't see, yet felt deep by the heart,
In a needle where worlds impart
A soundless touch, a comforting pull,
Binding the broken, and the hopeless in full.
In dusk's glow, where shadows blend and play,
It twirls a line through the night and day,
Through the heat, and through the days that are cold.
A voiceless fibril of silk and gold.
It connects hands that never meet,
And brings together souls discreet.
Its grip, though light, holds you to converse
Its intensity is more sure than iron bars.
No eye can find its spectral weave,
Yet in faith, we all believe—
A love gently voiced, on a constant rewind,
Of gentle whispers and one of a kind.
In perfect corners, in hearts well-versed,
This thread whirls on, a dance that has been rehearsed.
A delicate tie, invisible yet clear,
The silent nexus that draws us near.
Isaac Jimoh Samuel ✍🏼
A thread I can't see, yet felt deep by the heart,
In a needle where worlds impart
A soundless touch, a comforting pull,
Binding the broken, and the hopeless in full.
In dusk's glow, where shadows blend and play,
It twirls a line through the night and day,
Through the heat, and through the days that are cold.
A voiceless fibril of silk and gold.
It connects hands that never meet,
And brings together souls discreet.
Its grip, though light, holds you to converse
Its intensity is more sure than iron bars.
No eye can find its spectral weave,
Yet in faith, we all believe—
A love gently voiced, on a constant rewind,
Of gentle whispers and one of a kind.
In perfect corners, in hearts well-versed,
This thread whirls on, a dance that has been rehearsed.
A delicate tie, invisible yet clear,
The silent nexus that draws us near.
Isaac Jimoh Samuel ✍🏼