Life is a tapestry: We are the warp; angels, the weft; God, the weaver. Only the Weaver sees the whole design.
Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
Life is a tapestry: We are the warp; angels, the weft; God, the weaver. Only the Weaver sees the whole design.