(Starhawk. https://starhawk.org/the-isle-of-apples/ )
Weaver, weaver, weave her thread,
Whole and strong into your web,
Healer, healer, heal her pain,
In love may she return again.
And 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.