The Silk Brocade

The Silk Brocade

The silk brocade
Caught in a thorn, losing its
Value, for life, for adorning
A beauty, to qualify existence,
To justify the Creator, whose
Deft hands crafted it, with care.
The smooth silk dies. The craft
Will forever create brocades
That will delight who
Seeks it, in endless giving,
Blending in color and in sense.
Silk is chosen, condemned to
Everyone who can want it. Like
A thing that can be passed on,
With easy ebullience, still to
Lend itself to creating beauty,
And so goes its legacy.