And so where was it The Weaver came to take her rest? Ah, that is a very lovely tale indeed. Imagine for a moment the loveliest garden you can picture. A garden filled with such delight it is hard to hold in one's mind. This was the resting place of The Weaver.
The Garden itself was planted by the Hand of the Majestic Creator of All Things. Its purpose and pleasure was to reflect His glory and fill the Whole Wide World with His beauty. And this it did, for in The Garden were planted the most unusual flowers. They were called Black and White Brides of the One Groom. Their petals were resplendent - the purest white and the shiniest black The Weaver had ever seen. Their fragrance was called Joy and their thorns were The Suffering That is Love. Oh how the Weaver loved The Garden and The Brides. She breathed deeply of their fragrance and more than once she knew the sweetness of their thorns. It was her deepest belief that the Majestic Creator had brought her to The Garden to make of her a Black and White Bride of the One Groom and for many days she sat among The Brides and waited. Often, she noticed, there was a Wind that rushed through The Garden. The Brides bowed when it blew and reverently whispered its Name. The Wind was called The Spirit Holy and Changing and The Weaver came to know the Wind in herself for many times she felt it touch her - sometimes The Wind was gentle, sometimes it was harsh but always The Wind was holy and changing.
As The Weaver rested and waited The Brides grew around her in loving grace and kindness. For this the Weaver was grateful and filled with joy for she discovered, as she watched her image reflected in the shining petals of The Brides, that she too was becoming a plant in The Garden. She tried with all her might to put down her roots into the fertile soil, oh how she struggled to plant herself in this lovely Garden, but each time The Wind would blow and out her roots would come. For many days she was a flower with no root in The Garden of The Black and White Brides of The One Groom. How she wondered about her state.
The Brides who were her special guides wondered with her. They saw that she was indeed becoming a plant - but she was a curious plant indeed. Though she was lovely - for all things made by The Majestic Creator are lovely - her colors were not exactly like those of The Black & White Brides. The Truth would have to be told, for only The Truth would make her free and of course all must bear the color free for it is the color of The Majestic Creator. How hard was thisTruth, how glorious would be the color Free. The sweet thorns of The Suffering That is Love pierced through her heart. The Spirit Holy and Changing whispered softly in her ear saying: "Thou art lovely, my child, my bride. Arise my love, my fair one and come away with me. In my Land there are many gardens. I have prepared one for you if you will but walk this bridal path with me." Once again a journey had begun. The Black and White Brides of the One Groom bowed before The Spirit Holy and Changing and dropping some of their petals at the feet of the Weaver, they whispered soft farewells. The Weaver picked up the petals and held them close to her breast, as she knew she always would. Then she set off on her journey to find the garden that would become her bridal chamber - where The Wind would carry her, The One Groom become her Lover, where her roots would sink deeply into the soil of the Creator's love and her beauty would become like unto that of The Brides whom she had known. |
