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As the poet weaves body and poetic writing, trembling and fearful threads interlace with Light and Epiphany: hope and joy. The weaver endures nightmares and stormy nights because of a monster who throbs crouched in the fabric woven by her hands: it is the illness intending to destroy her body and her writing, even the tapestry of her desires, dreams, and life. But the weaver counts on Sara’s gentle hands, the blessing of friendship, her granddaughters’ hearts of gold, and an entire host of angels, “human to the core, touched by the divine.” Then, the precious vital and poetic texture advances. The weaver ponders, descending to the depths of her soul: there she finds an inner light, flame or fire, that will heal, cleanse, and purify. “She is a guest at a luminous feast.”And “the party is not over” because “poetry comes from our body,” and “desire is at the center of the creative impulse.” Her body becomes “harmony and pulse” with “sparkles of divine omnipotence.” And her poems reveal deep zones of light. The weaver builds her body and her poem: “the thrill of growing:” “emphasis on form,” “seeking perfection, durability and precision.” Thus, “she will dance to the music in the air, and will whirl with the autumn leaves before they fall.” Festive atmosphere: life will bring her unforeseen joy.Weaving body and poetry, she will shed tears of joy: the defeated monster has disappeared from the magnificent tapestry. It is time for gratitude singing “songs of life and hope.” The weaver will be able to travel light with her dreams of life and poetry. She is an act of faith in life and poetry.

 Carrollton Writers Guild Inc