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