Weavers of the New

I promise to listen attentively,
to the subtleties.
The soft nudgings from knowing.
The gentle pulses of what is becoming.
Echoes of the past- unwinding.
To pause to feel
the turning of the wheels
and the heat of fires.
So much work is done by their light.
I promise to see Eternal wisdom
passed to capable hands.
Responsible hearts.
To look upon the miracles…
The unraveling of the threads,
that make room for weavers of the New.

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