0271 The Covering

It was not bright enough, not bright enough to show itself to them, to all; to tempt the world to bring it gifts; the coloured wool would say to them look here, look here it was not strong enough, not strong enough to meet the heat, the cold; to venture in the world’s bright gifts; the coloured wool would warm it in the cold, the cold it was not safe enough, not safe enough to shield itself from hurt; to live its life amid the strong, the weak; the coloured wool would hide it from the hurt, the hurt there was not care enough, not care enough; the wool was knotted; slipped and slid around its centre there; the coloured wool is knotted here and here and here there is not time enough, not time enough to free the wool; the wool it would cast off from off its centre there; the coloured wool that never was the need, the need there were not words enough, not words enough to free itself; itself which never had the need to bind itself in coloured wools; it did not trust the bright, the strong, the safe, the care, the time.