Wings of silver

Chapter 8: THE WEAVERS

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The collection presents spiritual and nature-centered lyric poems that use images of flight, birds, and weaving to explore life, faith, and immortality. Through meditations on growth, seasons, and the soul's ascent, the verses celebrate love, the transformative power of prayer and perseverance, and the letting-go that opens the heart. Several poems personify life and the weaver figure to contrast selfish ambition with loving creation, while invocations to the sky and stars urge trust in a transcendent presence. Tone alternates between contemplative exhortation and hopeful consolation, with recurring motifs of wings, dawn, and renewal framing a steady emphasis on spiritual uplift and inner victory.

THE WEAVERS

Ruthlessly a weaver’s hands

Seized life’s silken threads and fair,

Rent, defiled the spotless strands,—

Wove a texture of Despair.

Men then cursed and called it Fate;

But the weaver’s name was—Hate.

Prayerfully a weaver toiled,—

Seeing only what God meant,—

And from ends all frayed and soiled,

Wove a fabric of Content.

Hearts were lifted then above;

For the weaver’s name was—Love.