I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.
Whenever they are condemning weaves or breast implants, some people speak so passionately that their false teeth almost fall out.
Leaders' major question is "why". If they lose, they ask "why". If they win, they ask "why". Their "whys" weave their wonders.
I pray that I am sufficiently stirred by the rumor of great things to seek the God who created this single thread that I am, and to marvel at a vision magnificent enough to cause this God to weave from this single thread a tapestry most resplendent.