" The mystery of the Tapestry"

 The mystery of the Tapestry √

Each day I marvel at the weaves of this wondrous tapestry

Declares itself like fall to leaves, on the binding registry

The needle runs both fore and aft, the thread is woven on the throw

So many threads, from heart and craft, each color lit by heart's own glow

Some, in a moment, captious free, leave behind some mystery

And, then, some few, so silently, come flying through your history

It's battened to the core

New shedding says there's more

To come

The kingdom's cloth is known by few, yet, markings show the last detail

The shuttle knows just what to do and stands the test of time and tale

Whither on the way we'll weave, a picture pure and clear or fell

And, all the tatters we will cleave, no tattered tale is this we tell

And, once again, stand back and see the wondrous tale of tapestry

It gathers round you setting free and breathes life in like forestry

Your heart is at the fore

Its beat, hard to ignore,

The drum

When you need a taste of life

Or, build some strength from stress and strife

As gently done as love and lace

It builds so subtly at its pace

So like the answer hidden there

So plain to view, though one must stare

And look for subtleties of all

In cloth that's draped within the hall

If we forget to weave our web

And live the tapestry instead

Amazing thing this doom

That's flung along the loom

The warp is still and weft flies straight and through

With patience watch what artist's hand will do

In golden threads, the  Arras' weave will be

Displayed in royal hall for all to see

The pattern one, no chance to recreate

So boldly hung, this canopy of state

This final scene is beautiful indeed

Displayed for all with heart that's finally freed

To see the weave and recognize its make

And, now, at last, eyes open wide, you wake