As life represents a great tapestry,
Woven dreams and connections to all.
Affecting each other's capacity.
It makes the world feel so small.
Each of us a strand of thread,
Creatively strung with great care.
Some waiting to get ahead,
While others are willing to share.
A weaver is a special soul,
Who lives to understand all beings.
Looking at life as a whole,
Binding our hearts with their weavings.
Observing the fabric of creation,
Individual strands woven together.
Blessed by all of our relations,
Flocking like birds of a feather.
The loom of life pulls strings tight,
Knitting a tapestry of enduring changes.
The weaver has the power to ignite,
Magically creative life exchanges.
Some threads are cut out,
But remain part of the woven story.
Others follow a different route,
Adding to the beauty and the glory.
Weavers hold the high vision,
A dream of harmony manifested.
Through a Loving recognition.
When our strengths have been tested.
Achieving wholeness and beauty,
The weaver works hard to see.
Kindness is our human duty,
In creating an amazing tapestry.