Marigold
A single strand of marigold
weaves its own uniqueness
in living, light-strewn ways.
Separate strands of varied hues
begin to weave their own.
Soon they meet in centeredness
around their rings of truth,
weaving, interweaving songs of light
with notes of hope
that shine upon the whole.
Patterning that beauty knows
and hearts can feel
goes on beyond the stars.
Margery Layton
1991
