In my quest, I begin to understand how the woof of many silences is woven through the warp of my life. The unfolding pattern surprises me, delights me, comforts me, saddens me, enriches me.
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears,
I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
ps The image features a selection of gifts received over many years. The wooden sculptures come from Malawi. They were given to me over 30 years ago and have travelled to many countries with me. Faithful friends, I call them Thomas and Sarah.