The Weaver's Song

Beneath the stars, where silence hums,
God’s essence stirs, the Weaver comes.
No petty thread of mortal strife
Binds His gaze to fleeting life.

He tends the chords, so deep, so wide,
Where longing dwells and truths abide.
The psalmist’s cry, a trembling plea,
Meets gentle grace, eternally.

Through showers soft, of spirit’s rain,
He heals the heart, He soothes the pain.
Each soul a strand, each life a hue,
He weaves the world in patterns true.

In divine dance, we sway, we blend,
Our raveled edges softly mend.
Woven tight in love’s embrace,
We find our truth, our sacred place.

United now, in spirit’s thread,
We rise where mortal fears have fled.
The loom of life, forever spun,
Binds all as many, all as one.