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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Priscilla’s News The Word Threads every dawn Dyed in blue And Purples hues And walks in time With the meter of a shuttle A steady Pulsing rhythm The beat of warp and woof Rising-falling Falling – rising Weaving seasons through the soul Into new patterns Of hope Foretold – Life born from an empty tomb And ancient promise Raised up in flesh Called from the grip of a cerecloth Shouting in triumph Over mortality clothed in flesh In bright threads of victory; A season of the heart Peering through dark threads Of winter’s midnight And passing over The bondage of empires And conquering armies In crimson strands, The Word Proclaimed to countless souls Shivering through each starless night – Waiting-hoping Hoping-waiting Not knowing eternity’s covenant Changed the pattern Of each life which numbly wandered From Eden to exile Exile to Eden New creations – New highways leveled - New valleys rise embracing mountaintops Where footsteps Joyfully announce Good News! Changing colors of despair To brilliant shades of joy In the handiwork of a new handmaid - Woman of the Word – Who did not travel the holy roads, Or wait upon the Living Word, But sees through eyes, Once blinded eyes That held the coats Of hands that martyrs made, The calling of the weaver’s wife To raise a herald’s voice In a foreign wilderness For those who wait in darkness Preparing a new made way In a tent of tapestry – hearts interwoven – Bound by the Word.
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