Thaumaturgic Tapestry Embracing Me

Oh this wondrous fabric, Weaving from my mind. That drape of thoughts, Flowing from my quill. This magic, As brain instructs hand. Speaking words of ink; Once living parchment accepting. A world floating in space; So beautiful. This miracle of creation, Spinning out so many lives. Centuries past; In many ways so different, Yet knitted so neatly together. Stepping stones to our future. These time worn mirrors; Watching ancestors, Pounding rock into wheels. Spinning stick into fire. This tapestry of our lives; Learning just recently to fly. Through life giving air, On wings of innovation. Even soaring in a vacuum, Called space. Flying to a glowing moon, Only decades ago unreachable. What a magical time; Visions sent through thin air. Our voices spoken softly, Yet heard clearly around this earth. Given the tools, To forge our destiny. Using them for good; Thaumaturgic tapestry now complete. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn