Circle of Weavers

They come to tell their story

        in the circle of weavers.

Because it is a story of love,

        it is also a story of pain.

They tell how they wove their fabric,

       with care, with many threads.

They tell how the fabric was ripped

       beyond repair.

The sound of that long, final tear

        is in their voices, and in the air.

It follows them relentlessly,

        everywhere.

 

The silence at the end of the story

       could be the end.

But in the circle of weavers,

       it is not the end.

Torn threads begin to stir.

       back and forth,

Across and around the circle,

       the weaving begins.

The threads are torn, and broken,

       but there is life and power

In the weaving of them.

 

Pain and loss must be respected.

       They cannot be changed.

But new cloth can be woven,

       of caring, and understanding,

Even with broken threads,

       in the circle of weavers.

                                         

by elizabeth morris