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