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
