Your life is strung with sacred strings
Of shining, rainbow beads
Each capturing in brilliant ray
Your shimmering thoughts and deeds
You are the weaver of great skill
But cannot craft alone
The patterns hail from hidden source
The colours are home-grown
Each glistening bead becomes a gift
Upon the trail of life
And looking back, your path is strewn
With sparkling gems of light
This masterpiece of joy and strife
This quilt without mistake
Is ever-changing, never-ending -
A meaning-filled mosaic
So hold your beads up to the sun
Let inspiration shine
And thread your dreams upon the web
Of Spirit's grand design
— Wayne Visser