Weaving He World

The world is woven in such different ways Struts the vertical, the flat below Oh God who weaves me shall by me be praised Oh, shall the mystic reach what she may crave When all the strings release and she falls low The world is woven in its different ways Timed by ritual Lady Lazarus rose And all the eyes that gazed were burning slow Yes, God who weaves me shall by me be praised There is a hollow only Ariel knows As horse and rider as one being flow The world is sensed in wholly different ways The body ,home of mind, will run astray Oh, what seams of evidence forego Fallen God who unacknowledged knows Beneath the sea of green the undertow, Spirits sidle deep like melting snow The world is woven in such different ways That God who weaves me shall by me be praised