Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Mother of God


She weaves by the window, skin glowing in sun’s light.

Her eyes, pools of knowledge, loving the fabric of humankind that grows from her nurturing hands.

So we wait, while the mother of God weaves … swaddling the womb.

Weaving … until we become her love and the loom is no more. 

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