Weaving Magic Of a thousand million mysteries that sweep about the earth let me pluck but one and tell a weaving tale: as best I humbly can. Now this mystery is a wondrous tapestry which I have seen unfold. It is woven here in gold and there in roughened twine. Silk and lace have magically combined to contrast beautifully with cloth of flaxen straw. All of which together show the diamonds amongst the heather. Yes they are woven too. For the weaver has a magic to work wonder with the loom. Plaited here in bitterness and there so happily embroided. Stitches lost so easily. Finding meaning running deeper now the picture's more revealing. Now I glimpse this mystery that is the tapestry. Think I to self, there is to living, added bonuses that I dared not contemplate. Oh! The wonder which is shown by the weaver's graceful skill of making many threads display a lifetime in a day. For the noble texture rich and strong shows a loveliness untainted by the world's beguiling wretchedness and wrong. Please take this glimpse I have offered you, though it fails to compare with the weaver's wondrous feat, with the enchanting tapestry. And if you sit quite silently and still, I'm sure that you will see it . So follow the clue I give to you and you'll see the weaver and the mystery which is truly an extraordinary tapestry. *Now if you know of a tale told on a Cambridge sail - Tis the second one I mean. Then all will be seen.*
Reason for writing:
For a friend who could not see just how lovely a person she was
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