Celtic Prayers - The Weaver's Hand

The Weaver’s Hand

Where rivers run and pastures grow,

Where Sky meets Earth, with Sea between;

Where sparkling stars dance with the moon,

There will I find the Maker’s Pattern,

There will I see the Weaver’s Hand.

Where mountain rise and valleys yield,

Where trees abound and flowers grow;

Where geese fly high and fish swim deep,

There will I find the Maker’s Pattern,

There will I see the Weaver’s Hand.

Where lightning flashes and thunder roars,

Where silver rain and white snow falls,

Where grey clouds gather and green waves crash,

There will I find the Maker’s Pattern,

There will I see the Weaver’s Hand.

Where galaxies gleam and stars collide,

Where planets whirl and comets rush;

Where gas clouds appear and black holes hide,

There will I find the Maker’s Pattern,

There will I see the Weaver’s Hand.

Where plankton floats and microbes dwell,

Where new cells grow and atoms spin;

Where electrons charge and neutrons emerge,

There will I find the Maker’s Pattern,

There will I see the Weaver’s Hand.

Wherever I go and whatever I do,

However I live and whenever I die;

What lies in the past and what lies ahead,

There will I find the Maker’s Pattern,

There will I clasp the Weaver’s Hand.

© John Stuart 2015