Weaver

Weave away, Weaver, weave on The many layers of our lives Your nimble fingers weave upon – Thread the rubric of our hours Into days and weeks and years With your persistent weaving power Lace into the fabric melodies That raise the songs we know In warm uplifted harmonies Which lift in graceful, soulful flight On wings of breathless escapades The finest feathers of delight And weave the summer, weave the fall In realms of wondrous light To illustrate the world enthralled – The breath of sunshine in the air – The energy of earth and sky – The flower burning with a flair! Oh, Weaver! With your finest yarns Weave a little stitch in time That doesn’t do us any harm But spins a story so sublime We cannot bear the tale to end And leave our folded wings behind – And once it’s woven, woven tight Sew the beating badge – now still – Upon the gown in sutures white That it may join the sparks of light On chariots with golden wheels Flashing by – one for each life