The Weave

A cloth that’s woven by many hands;
its weave will cover many lands.
The Spirit assuring it is strong,
to many Nations its threads belong.
It’s only when we stand together
our strength is like the softest feather.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
This entry was posted in Spirit. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s