The Woven Thread
()
About this ebook
This title is published by eLectio Publishing and is distributed worldwide by Untreed Reads.
Related to The Woven Thread
Related ebooks
The Joys of a Second Rattle at Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBroken Book Spines and Weathered Pages Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRevenge Of The Poets I Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFour Life Emotions Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDineh Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPerseverance: A Collection of Poetry Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNonsense Creatures: None Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSoul in Progress Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsButterflies of the Soul Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmores: “Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself. ” Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmores Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTestament Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCuster, and Other Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBorn from Silence: A Collection of Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStanzas & Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLauren Black Perfume Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Ember Charging: The Sweet Expressions and Sayings Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHug Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmores: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEdith Nesbit, The Poetry Of: “There is no bond like having read and liked the same books.” Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFor Whom the Poem Tolls Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Briefest of Notes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Book of the Native Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAuld Lang Syne: Selections from the Papers of the "Pen and Pencil Club" Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Professor & Other Poems: 'Now that I am older, what is left behind?'' Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOf Swans and Stars Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShame Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Purple Dawn Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Collected Poetry Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Gate of the Sanctuary Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Reviews for The Woven Thread
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
The Woven Thread - Todd Oliver Stewart
The Woven Thread
By Todd Oliver Stewart
Copyright © 2013 by Todd Oliver Stewart
Cover Copyright © 2013 Jesse S. Greever
Cover Design by Jesse S. Greever
The author is hereby established as the sole holder of the copyright. Either the publisher (eLectio Publishing) or author may enforce copyrights to the fullest extent.
This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be resold, reproduced or transmitted by any means in any form or given away to other people without specific permission from the author and/or publisher. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, please return it to your eBook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
www.eLectioPublishing.com
eLectio Publishing wishes to thank the following people who helped make these publications possible through their generous contributions:
Chuck & Connie Greever
Jay Hartman
Darrel & Kimberly Hathcock
Tamera Jahnke
Amanda Lynch
Pamela Minnick
James & Andrea Norby
Gwendolyn Pitts
Margie Quillen
Other titles from eLectio Publishing:
Tales of the Taylor: Songs that Changed the World by Ethan D. Bryan
Learning to Give in a Getting World by Marcus R. Farnell, Jr. and Jesse S. Greever
At the Back of His Mind by T. Marcus Christian
Never Prosper by T. Marcus Christian
The Wall & Beyond by Joanna Kurowska
Drunk Dialing the Divine by Amber Koneval
The Advent of the Messiah: Finding Peace, Love, Joy, and Hope in a Modern World by Tony Turner
More From Life: 99 Truths to Understand and Live By by Christopher C. Dixon
Living to Give in a Getting World by Marcus R. Farnell, Jr. and Jesse S. Greever
Anabel Unraveled by Amanda Romine Lynch
The Sons of Hull: Book One of the Advocate Trilogy by Lindsey Scholl
Absolute Positivity: An Inspirational Story of Positivity, Prayer, and People by Karl B. Sanger
Hunger by R. H. Welcker
Striking Out ALS: A Hero’s Tale by Ethan D. Bryan
Soulmates by Mindy Kincade
www.eLectioPublishing.com
PROLOGUE
THE LILACS AND THE REED
I
What is the mother tongue of silence;
And what is the sound of the unspoken word?
Why is fear the song sung by the quiet;
And why does the spoken word go unheard?
How do the voiceless still yet sing,
And why can’t the voiced not yet speak?
How silent is the wind’s loud voice,
And by what measure does the rain rejoice?
Will it be harmonious when the bells ring,
Along with the prayers for joy and peace?
When the peacock spreads its feathers
And when the stork spreads its wings
Stretch all out, and attempt to break the tethers
While from the fire are forged the rings
That will take hold the souls of the bearers,
And fill them with the evil they’re destined to bring.
And so are they to be abandoned and forsaken
And by hell, will only their spirits be shaken.
But by the twisting of the twisted river,
And by the ticking of the moving hands
Of the clock that guides the hills that roll,
Up from the sunken swale,
And down from the lofty summit;
Lies the equilibrium of the soul.
II
When you smell in the wind, the fresh scent of garlic;
Running would be the wisest thing.
When the wind stops and the scent remains
Then you’ll know that the garlic man is coming.
Do you believe that drinking will numb the pain;
And that hiding from the grief will suppress it?
It will wait, and bide its time patiently;
And stalk silently within the dark caverns of your soul,
And then, begin to slowly swallow your spirit whole.
That boreal lake, the ghosts surround,
And the girl runs through the woods
That with rapists abound.
In the dark shadow I quietly stood
As the pretty girl was assailed,
She screamed, as the invasion sullied her blood.
As she moaned and as she flailed
The men withdrew from within her thighs,
For within the forest, they were entombed and jailed.
They fled, in an attempt to escape the glowing eyes,
That can see into their impenitent souls,
And that will take them to where their retribution lies,
In the frigid winds of the northern and southern poles.
But a lot of difference can occur within a year,
The girl has suffered and has cried some tears,
But I was there with her and I held her high,
Assuring her that with us, she has nothing to fear.
I smile when she laughs, and I weep when she cries,
Caring for the weak is the purest form of might,
I love this girl as if she were my own child,
She’s been a blessing, and a source of joy and light.
Sometimes you cannot always walk away
And sometimes you cannot turn
But I chose to stand there and watch
While those men did that horrendous thing to her.
Now I understand, that a child, and especially a girl
Is a priceless treasure weaved and knit together
By the masterful hands of God.
III
Freedom in this country is slowly dying
And so are the morals of its rulers.
They fear to face the faces they’ve betrayed
And they fear that the dead bones
Will rise and overtake them,
And at this thought they are dismayed
And are haunted and vexed by the wind
Along with its elegiac moans.
Ivy climbs from the shore
Up towards the summit of the cliff,
Odysseus and his men, fresh from war
On Poseidon’s sea wander adrift.
A pearl staircase winds
Up to the level of the seventh world
And descending is a sculpture of smoke,
And the glowing of it blinds
And the fire it has unfurls
Vindicating what the sage had spoke.
Distant, delicate and all consuming
Is the smoke that rises from the pyre,
And the dreaded darkness is still looming
Along with the faded moss that it has sired.
For a long time I’ve flown on wings that are broken,
And have sung a song that has no words,
Although you cry at night, that is when I smile;
But consider absurd the words that have been spoken
Or is it simply your soul that’s been perturbed
And the desert sand that the snow has beguiled?
But stayed away are the tulips,
And burnt away is the rose.
Why take away the scent of lilacs,
And leave my soul morose?
From the abyss to the mountaintop
Has soared the long-winged stork,
And out of and back into the mist
I return to my solemn work
Of clenching dead leaves and rose petals
While I beat the mired ground with my fist.
IV
The violins in the second chamber
All serenade the fire and the dust.
The china is shaken, while the spirit breaks.
And sitting with his spine erect
The young man frozen in an unsavory posture
Stares upward into the infinitude of nothingness,
While oblivion stares back with a faceless smile.
Still toward heaven, is my climb up the slope,
And my face is caressed by the cold air
And my bones are chilled.
Although fatigued, I still hold hands with hope,
That when I reach the peak
My soul’s gloom will disappear
But even so, to live on earth means to suffer.
But in our suffering, there are those willing to suffer with us
And those people I’ll call my friends
And until this world ends
This stance I will defend.
For if I cannot make you smile
I will cry with you.
For if I cannot take away your pain
I will weep with you.
And even as we weep,
And even as our tears flow
To form an ocean of despair
It is out of that despair that hope is found
And joy made known.
Lady, he saw a wraith
A wraith cloaked in black,
Wielding a red iron sword
To be driven through its own heart.
Lady, I will raise my daughter to be chaste and poised.
I will raise my son to be dignified,
Both will be set apart and born again.
V
Stop here and take a look at the skeletons of the dead,
And how their bones are enmeshed within these walls.
They were holy once, but abandoned their creed;
And now forever forsaken and bequeathed to death.
Son, my heart is benighted
At the dark path you’ve embraced;
You were of kind countenance
And of serene raising
In the light woods
Of the tranquil sister.
Mine eyes are as frozen
Balls of hail, that fall
Down but never land upon
The hills that are bathed in the
Light of our lost pariah.
O my son, O my son
I do beg and beseech
That you find the will to turn again
And run to the cross of our Messiah.
Lady, four white ribbons are in my daughter’s hair
Unwind the third ribbon and twist the second
And then the stair will descend
And its gates shall unlock.
But I do sense in you an underlying fear;
A paralytic dread that is akin to what a seal feels
When the great whites and the orcas
Come in on the tides to South Georgia
To commence the hunting season.
As the smoke bows before the throne of Death
Death itself falls dead.
Struck down by Light, and slain by Truth,
This is what the future holds for Death.
Mortal present, but immortal future:
The eternal destiny of all whom the Spirit indwells.
PART I
BLEED FOR ME
TORN
There was the tearing of nothingness,
When God spoke the words of creation.
There was the tearing of angels into good and evil.
There was the tearing of fellowship