This Sacred Loom

Underneath the ancient sky we walk on sands of time

Where life begins and ends like whispers in the wind's rhyme

Rich with earth's own heartbeat with strums of dusk shall play

Both endings and beginnings bloom in life's endless sway

From the cradle to the grave we spin this sacred loom

Bound by threads unseen that weave our joy and gloom

In one breath we see the night and then behold the morn

In the shadows of our grief new hopes and dreams are born

Hear the rain fall gently where the old paths meet the new

In every drop a memory of what was and what's true