THE ENDLESS STRING
Time is like a thread
Woven into all things
We all get so much from the head
To our feet
It is seamed throughout every star
And every stone
When the string comes loose, it is the end of our part,
But our souls never leave, they simply fall through the ___?
To a far away place where the string is taunt
When some doubt crosses their minds
They look around and see more thread being spooled
Into the beautiful line that has
Been woven into all things.
-TYLER GERDING - 8TH
“When writing this, I envisioned time as an everlasting flow that is in all of us and one that our bodies are held
together with. But when the string falls away, so does our bodies. However, the souls of all things go up even
where time is never an issue and the forms we carry there are forever sown together.”
- TYLER GERDING - 8TH