The Weavers Answer

Weaver of life, let me look and see. The pattern of my life gone by shown on Your tapestry. Just for one second, one glance upon your loom. The flower of my childhood had grip within this Room. The desert of my youth showed the tears Of yesterday. The broken parts within a heart as love's first Came my way. With the lifeline patterns change as I became a Man. An edit or a untold blends as I asked For a hand. Did you golden needle sew it red, Virgin, or white? As lovers we embraced as one on our wedding Night. Did you capture all the joys, the birth of Our first son? The happiness of family made is woven for fun. The growing of brothers and the happiness that grew. Is it there in detail? Is it there the view? Do the sparks of life grow bright as one By one they wed. To mothers, fathers, husbands, Partners, wives in love. When my love's threads cut off, When age she laid to rest. My sorrow blacking out a space upon our woven Crest. A nevering more or less than as her coffin Slowly lay. Ash to ashes, dust to dust, a day we'll Wear again. Does it show? Does it swipe grandchildren on my Knee? Will only living memories of my time with Me. These last few years of longing must maybe. Pass by side a shooting star freed from your Tapestry. Out there in the distance, though you not think I see. Did it mean that after all, my prayers you've Answered me? After days of wondering, I see the reason why. Captive this moment, for I'm about to die. Weaver of life, last hour I can see. The pattern of my life gone by shown on Your tapestry.