Everyone is a part of my own tapestry

Cars are passing by outside
So many stories inside them hide
People driving who I haven't met
I wonder what makes each one fret

Prayers are sent up every day
For those unknown ones along my way
Who pass me by but I'll never know:
I wonder about them as they go...

Have you stopped to ponder about
The people you pass while you're out:
If they are happy or if they are sad;
What kind of life they might have had?

Sometimes it can help  us  to stop and think
That everyone is a connector and a link
To something more  we are meant to see
Everyone is a part of my own tapestry..