I could see it there in the weave,
each stitch its own little strength,
standing tall and resolute in the row
as people often do, unbeknownst
when the tattering happens, hostility
spilling over and ripping the thread,
threatening the integrity of the Whole,
as the fabric of society suffers the assault.
It is often at this time that the Weaver
comes and carefully pulls at the string,
and all those swirls of color unravel,
revealing that the illusion of a legion
was hiding the reality of just – One.
~ Legion is the lie. We are all God here.