Elements of Weaving

Built by fire

Inhabiting the winds

Unleashed from the earth

to quench the thirst of the ages.

We weave.

Bound to nothing but

the breath of life,

Extending silken bysuss

through the waves of time.

We weave.

Ripping choked seams

and purling scattered threads

into a phosphorescent fabric

of the heart,

We weave.

We weave one mere god at a time,

One being connected to another,

Ever. Present. Ever. Always.



Tracing us back through

a mosaic of past lines

brings us here

dipping into the sound of silence

to resound with life born anew.



© 2020 by Ingrid Oliphant