The Color of the Thread

How do you describe a life?

What words do you choose to even attempt to convey what the passing years have meant?

And will mean?

Vows were spoken
Promises broken
Children were found and lost
Tears flow
Like the wind has blown
And everything has changed

Like the color of the sanctuary
A scarlet thread runs through
Weaving through the years
Creating a image yet unfinished
On a fabric woven to dry every tear