As earth spins <br />A wild clump of woolly clouds <br />Into threads of light, <br />Skein on skein <br />Are wrapped around stray glimmers <br />And become the moon. <br />When full, the big ball of fine <br />Filament is used to weave <br />A new t'fillin for the night <br />Tying the ragged ends <br />Into wet fringes of fog, <br />Making a prayer shawl <br />Of the tapestry of the heavens <br />By knotting stars into place. <br /> <br />Now facing Jerusalem, <br />Kissing the corners, I recite the blessing - <br />I cover myself with <br />This holy garment of night to pray.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/threads-of-light/
