Trying Best To Untangle the Goldsmiths Weave List

One passing day come the end of March just before or after I now can barely remember as so far back was it The clock's jumped forward or went back to either summer or fall Whilst sat in front of my old trusted spinning Jenny after checking my kaleidoscope of cotton tops were affirmative and ready Patiently threaded the eye of every needle then took 1 final look at the clock hanging upon the wall As was I wanting to untangle and spin a goldsmith's weave I was formally told So deeply and intrinsically I detached meditated and relax with each inhale of breath Then placed both of my hands and faith upon the wheel transfixed ever further by it's singing spin As searching was I for any form or sign of a God for me to believe in or in did he exist And after I do not or can recall over how many hours it took Whence upon I looked down what lay before me Was a patchwork quilt of technicolor rainbow interwoven sky Some colours the likes of which I had never seen since or before nor have the cotton for So all I know to this day in regards to the question does God exist Is simply this When you see something as divine and spectacular as a rainbow in all it's technicolor majesty and ethereal glory in the sky Knowing that it was created by something far greater than the realms and possibilities of man And you choose have faith and believe that entity to be called God Who you can count on and lean on and pray to help you make sense of the true meaning of life Then I for 1 hope and pray the pot of gold you metaphorically seek at the end of your own individual rainbow Is God's everlasting grace and love and the heaven you so seek as you deservedly made the list