Love Is Like A Braid

Love is like a braid, some say And I, I don't disbelieve it Cowrie shells, fine combs made of jade To ornament and weave it I lived a life of pleasant sorrows Until the real deal came Broke me like a twig in a winter gale Called me by my name And in that time of prayer and waiting Where doubt and reason dwell A jury sat deliberating All is lost or all is well Home, home Sun on my doorstep Shocks me to find I'm a child again еntwined In your love, in your light In your cool summer shadе The garden keeps a rose and a thorn And once the choice is made All that's left is Mending what was torn Love is like a braid Love is like a braid