When I was a girl and in Girl Guides, I learnt how to tie knots... the clove hitch, bowline, diagonal lashing and so on. The reef knot was my favourite as I loved the form of it. I remember also that if you didn't tie the reef knot correctly, you made the ugly granny knot which was much more difficult to undo.
Please untie the knots that are in my mind, my heart, and my life.
Remove the have nots, the can nots, and the do nots that I have in my mind.
Erase the will nots, may nots, and might nots that find a home in my heart.
Release me from the could nots, would nots, and should nots that obstruct my life.
Most of all dear God, I ask that you remove from my mind, my heart, and my life all the 'am nots' that I have allowed to hold me back, especially the thought that I am not good enough.
And humans are the strings
We are connected by our actions
Until we choose to disconnect
By plucking our own individual strings
And start unraveling ourselves from the knot
Once enough strings are removed
The knot is untied
As we've lost connection
Strings are now subject to the wind
And begin to wither without the knot
And without the strings
The knot is nothing
What brings the knot back
Fueled by famine
We tangle each other in terror
Where the strings must be maneuvered with precision
So we may form a knot
The shroud of strings blinds itself
As war wraps us in calamity
But after all the wars we've fought
Is this the connection we've got?
Humanity is a knot
Sounds of knots Hopeless thoughts find me oh so lost The face of grace Can not replace What He has for all; Fear Not....Copyright © candis faulkner |
Most of our wants
are unnecessary knots
that we tie ourselves with,
Patience will untie it.
Patience can do many things—
Did you ever try it?
If it was sold at any shop
I should like to buy it.
But you and I must find our own—
No other can supply it.
a knotty tale©
Knott, a knot-knotter could not,
Knot knots as a knot-knotter ought,
For when Knott knotted knots,
The knots knotted Knott,
Making Knott a neat knot-knotter (not).
and then it turned out there were two ends:
the end within the continuing
that, continuing, enveloped
the end. You passed yourself
coming and going, went through
one loop, then another,
what was behind drawn
through at a
before you, sprung.
Tangle like a bramble,
like a rose. Start,
start again against
ening. A knife
could give up
on patience, but you
were born among
the dull and
kind, who wait
for Spring, and