The Weavers Poem by Thomas Wayne Foreman

The Weavers

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As we are told
Walk the ancient halls of our enchanting dreams
Thoughts in gold
Weavers of light threading sun & moonbeam
Ancients of old
Fibrous thoughts of crimson held in crystal cloud
Continual as foretold
Embroideries stranded in truth are woven aloud

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