Weaver Weaver


Weaver, Weaver, weave (Her) thread
Whole and strong into your web
Healer, Healer, heal (Her) pain
In love may (She) return again

We are dark and we are bright
We are formed of earth and light
Of joy and pain our lives are spun
But all too soon the spinning’s done

No one knows why we are born
A web is made, a web is torn
Like wandering seabirds we alight
To rest one moment, then take flight

So may (She) find the hidden way
Beyond the gates of night and day
To that sweet land where apples grow
And endless healing waters flow

Of that spring, may (She) drink deep
And wake to dream, and die to sleep
And dreaming spin another form
A shining thread of life reborn

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