In a reality shaped out of instant gain We buy our garments ready made Clothing machine sewn Out of thread that was never grown If the journey of creating is done for us We perceive processes as objects.
And yet… Our souls are NOT ready-made.
My spirit is a ball of unspun yarn My soul waits for me to shape it How do we create our soul-suits If we’re not learning process of making?
I pray I may be a weaver Tying a warp of threads that hold true gratitude, beauty, and all the colors of love. Blood-colored Storgē for my family Fire-hued Éros for my spouse, Golden Philautia for my own striving soul Leafing green Xenia for strangers Placid lake- blue Philía for my friends Royal purple Agápe for God and all,
Once I see the warp clearly And seat myself surely At the loom of my life I pray I may create a beautiful weft Out of everything I am given my fleeting dreams Daily joys and pain’s meaning hourly shifting perception My experience and attention Woven together with love and intention To create a lasting fabric a coat of many colors a garment of my soul