The Celestial Tapestry

Beneath the vault where starlight hums,
The Creator wakes, His weaving comes.
No fleeting strife, no mortal care,
Can sway His gaze from truths laid bare.

He tends the cords, so vast, so deep,
Where longing stirs and secrets sleep.
The psalmist’s plea, a fragile spark,
Meets boundless grace in heaven’s arc.

Through gentle rains of spirit’s flow,
He mends the heart, makes whole the soul.
Each life a hue, each soul a thread,
He crafts the truth where love is spread.

In sacred dance, we weave, we glide,
Our tattered edges softly tied.
In love’s embrace, we find our place,
Our truest selves in holy space.

Bound by spirit, fears take flight,
Threads of many blend as light.
The loom of life, eternal, spins,
All souls as one where love begins.