It is time to reweave the dream.
To unweave false ends
and false realities
to welcome new stories.
To let the true light shine
Unceasing in its All-Glory.
Radiant loom
even couched in slumber!
All it needs is hands to bend
in humble hearkening
Reclaim the whirling wheel
and set the mark to wending
While
slender and fat beads,
all strung together,
are perched
As birds on tree-limbs overlooking
a vast unfolding river.
And so
In remaking this cloth
we are given unto the grace of loving;
In seeking to mend
we are born into comprehending.
In breaking ourselves
we are discovering sacred secrets of rebuilding.
In forgetting ourselves
we come closer to discovery.
(c) Summer Blake 2019