Weaver Woman

She passes among us

Unnoticed except for

The swish of her skirts,

Long hair flows in cool

Breezes, her scent is

That of flowers, she has

Read the Akashic

Records, time holds no

Meaning in her journey,

Always her path takes

Her where she is needed,

If you are lost, her lamp

Illuminates a way, when

Puzzled, it is she who

Whispers in your mind,

She sits quietly beside

You in your lonliness,

Catches every tear you

Cry, soothes fevered

Brows of the ill, keeps

All the secrets you fear

To speak, her smile

Lights the day while

Each night she greets

The moon while hanging

Stars in a velvet sky,

You have known her in

The comfort of your

Mother's womb, she

Embraces you in death,

Called different names

In each culture, she is

All and none at once,

Find her in your peace

As she weaves all life.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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