Tapestry

The tapestry is woven with so many threads.
You cannot pull one out as it will wreck the beauty.
Colors so vibrant, hues so dark, all side by side.
All contributing to the wonder of it's loveliness.
We are that tapestry and every time we try to pull
A thread out, we damage the whole, scarring it,
Making it not a whole, but a part and away.
The wonder only lasts when we stand back and
Stop pulling the threads as though they don't matter.
Until we stop leaving it all on the ground, a rag.
It all matters, it is all important, it is glorious.