Finer Threads

The finer thread of union spreads far and wide, Interwoven patterns beyond what mind can surmise. In life's ordinance, often I'm simply blind, Yet in the space between the threads, connection I find.

A greater force drives forward, leaving me in awe, Realizing there's only He, Himself, and I. He bridges the abyss with celestial law, Inventing new routes where none meet the eye.

Across cultures and waters deep, His greatness unfolds, Strangers become neighbors, led by His right hand. Through the forge of trials, actions and decisions untold, We'll find the self exactly where He planned.

Coincidence? Mistake? No—ethereal reason's art, Drawing purpose with each stroke of the painter's heart.