In the beginning, the Weaver, the Word and Wisdom
moving in relationship together,
caught a vision of potential,
a glimpse of possibility, and
with tentative steps, creation’s dance began.

Creation was shot through with the generosity of the Weaver’s grace.
The rhythm of life’s passion played loudly
as a constant beat at the heart of myriad universes.

Against this universal backdrop the Word moved
and became free, small and intimate.
In the cry of a child, the song of a woman
and the shout of a dying man
the Word’s voice added melody to the Weaver’s song.

In the midst of confusion, absence and loss,
Wisdom found her way.
She had danced with the Weaver’s threads,
throughout all time,
weaving a maypole dance of energetic passion.
She added harmony to the beat and the melody
and composed a symphony of colour.

If creation for a single moment fails to hear the
Weaver’s rhythm,
or misses the Word’s intimate melody,
then Wisdom will dance through the silence
until all that is joins in love’s rejoicing.

From The Weaver, the Word and Wisdom by Michaela Youngson (See Page 9) image by Denise Wheeler

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