Weavers We (A poem)


The past casts shadows over the present
Just as the present casts shadows over the future
Everything in the one tapestry is interwoven
The wise weaver will bear this fact in mind
And so avoid the trap of uncaring isolation

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 13, 2018, in Poetry, Prose With Pretensions and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. And you, the wise weaver, also cast your light. 🙂

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  2. Love this, Ben. It should be hung on the wall to read before entering into each new day…

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    • I shall be happy if you do, Lauren. (And how are you doing following your recent disturbing news? You are in my thoughts.)

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      • I’m feeling fine now, but I still am waiting for another try at the procedure. It’ll be either on Nov. 15th or the 29th. I pray all goes as it should so I can get an answer. Just more waiting. In the meantime, my daughter landed in ER last night due to a flare-up. She’s better now, too, and life moves on. Definitely not boring around here. 😉 Thanks for asking, Ben, and for keeping me in your thoughts. The more, the better, I believe. 🙂 Hugs!

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      • Reciprocated. 🙂


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