When I speak
Let the silence be the well
From which my words
Pull their meaning
When I see
Let forgiveness
Show the truth
Of every form to be seen
I call
The guidance
From the light that never fades
It remains
I hold
The space for every turning
Of the page
Every frame
Oh the reverence of the weaver
It remains
I call
The guidance
From the light that never fades
It remains
I hold
The space for every turning
Of the page
Every frame
