The loom of life weaves threads unseen

Golden light in the in-between

Each strand connects the earth and sky

Binding hearts where truths lie

Patterns form with each new dawn

Some are fleeting others drawn

The weavers hands both firm and kind

Shape the fabric of heart and mind

Not every thread glows in the sun

But all are needed every one

The tapestry holds both joy and pain

A work of beauty born from strain

When the final thread is sewn

The light of meaning will be shown

In threads of gold we see our ties

A life well-woven never dies