The weaver does the work well.
Interconnecting colors, age and location,
Into a tapestry called “Together”
Only by seeing our part,
Touching those near us,
And seeing the others in the distant fabric,
A world away,
Can we feel our innermost.
The love imparted to us by the divine,
As today, we turn our will and freedom in recognition of the gift.
So, the divine in me is palpable,
As the intention of creation, incarnation and salvation merge in a moment of recognition,
One I will hold forever.
The divine presence in me.