There is a rightness to life that is a complex interweaving of
our senses, our minds, our hearts and our souls often on the loom of beauty in
wool dyed by nature. It reminds me of
the Tabernacle weavings that were laced with threads of gold. Somewhere in our rightness we are aware of a
golden that makes each stich have meaning.
That meaning seems to be that this tapestry was created for us to allow
us, individually, a certainty of The Boundless Golden.
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