from the womb of time, warp and weft
threads torn, tattered, and frayed
woven anew with hands
that reverently prayed
and so the threads ravaged by time
took on the light of the blessed divine
the light of stars, the moon and the sun
the weavers task in glory, HIS will done.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet
Poet Laureate
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