Prayer a Day- November 28

Weaver, your work glistens in sunrise like the stories in my mind,
each strand holding fast to its anchor,
moments in time spiraling
limned with tears like drops of dew.
May I learn the carry in me threads enough to weave the warp and weft of a lifetime.
May I learn to connect to whatever anchors this life affords.
May the work of that life remain to glisten as yours does,
little Weaver,
a waypoint on the path
for those who follow.
So may it be.

Image of a spider’s web woven between the bare branches of a tree limb, glistening with dew.

Image from Pixabay on Spark Post.

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