The Weaver's Answer

J. Whitney R. Chapman
Weaver of life let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry.
Just for one second one glance upon your loom
The flower of my childhood could appear within this room
Does it of my youth show tears of yesterday
Broken hearts within a heart as love first comes my way
Did the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blends as I asked for her hand
Did your golden needle sow its thread virginal white
As lovers we embraced as one upon our wedding night
Did you capture all the joys, the birth of our first son
The happiness of family made a brother for the one
The growing of the brother the manliness that grew
Is it there in detail is it there to view
Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives theyve led.
Are my lovers threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow blacking out a space upon your woven crest
A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain
Ash to ashes, dust to dust one day we will regain
Does it show the visits when grandchildren on my knee
But only hearing laughter when age took sight from me
Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe
Does by sight a shooting star fade from your tapesrty
But wait there in the distance your loom I think I see
Could it be that after all my prayers youve answered me
After days of wondering I see the reason why
Youve kept it to this minute for Im about to die.
Weaver of life at last now I can see
The pattern of my life gone by upon your tapestry.