We are all Weavers

I sing your joy,

I cry your pain.

I share all the seasons of your growing.

I believe in you!

I share with you the weavings of my words, creating patterns that endure. All of us are weavers of words, what ever form they may be taking. The form may be a sermon, a poem or a story. or the form may be a letter, a list of activities, a lesson plan for a class we teach, a journal entry.These words reflect our thoughts, our priorities, our hopes and our dreams; the deepest yearnings of our hearts. Once spoken, once written, they bring forth an energy that goes on and on. Our words reveal our inner self, the darkest of our hidden self or the light of our highest soul words may be weapons that bring death or be healing channels of life, the blessing or the curse. They reflect the promises we make and the betrayal of promises that we never keep.With our words we weave patterns of trust or patterns of betrayal.Word weavings, Word Weavers All are we.They sing our Joy. They Cry Our Pain.so we can share the seasons of our growing. So we can believe in one another