The Weaver by Sarah Elizabeth Rose

Who is it that weaves this beautiful
Tapestry within me, which is me?
Who chooses the lovely colors
which are my thoughts
and selects the intricate patterns
which overlay my very being?

If I knew who was responsible,
I would think of them every day
for their magnificent job!
For only a true artist possessing
the highest possible integrity
could so accurately
perceive my inner being`s
most beautiful thoughts.

And whereas some fall into despair,
I experience happiness almost every day,
Which I realize comes from
Being aware of and appreciate
how fortunate I am.
Thank you, sweet Weaver, of Life!