This ever present gift of time, a cloak we weave
Threads of many textures ever to conceive
Woven be the thoughts of love, peace and pleasure
And known be the blessings, a cloak of silken treasure
And if there be a torn and tattered cloak to bare
Know I the GREAT WEAVER with weft and warp of ever present care
With silver threads of light and golden threads of love
Weave HE will, a cloak of crowning grace, the firmament above.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Sky, photo, ©Cindy Dyer, 2009.
Threads of many textures ever to conceive
Woven be the thoughts of love, peace and pleasure
And known be the blessings, a cloak of silken treasure
And if there be a torn and tattered cloak to bare
Know I the GREAT WEAVER with weft and warp of ever present care
With silver threads of light and golden threads of love
Weave HE will, a cloak of crowning grace, the firmament above.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Sky, photo, ©Cindy Dyer, 2009.
4 comments:
weaving has always fascinated me...wonder what my cloak looks like...no doubt could use some "threads of light" and "threads of love"!
Rosemarie - oh how lovely and calm - I love the weave images as I know that life is a tapestry, each of us weaving our own design - each thread and square with purpose and truth that it holds. Yes, weave....
Love Gail
peace.....
Many moons ago potholders were my weaving delights... :-)
Thank you Gail... yes we shall weave on and ever bear the threads of thought... love on to you and yours...
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