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.
weaving has always fascinated me...wonder what my cloak looks like...no doubt could use some "threads of light" and "threads of love"!
ReplyDeleteMany moons ago potholders were my weaving delights... :-)
DeleteRosemarie - 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....
ReplyDeleteLove Gail
peace.....
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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