Weaving many threads of varied colors
Completes a pictured tapestry,
When viewed it somehow tells us more
Than what the eye can merely see.
Weaving's like forming what we believe
Crafted slowly through the years,
Threads of thoughts we may conceive
Religious colors, fundamental sphere.
And yet our words will always display
Our finished work's many hidden seams
Beliefs are as good as the words we say
Truth woven there are exposed it seems.
All rights reserved~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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