A Common Thread

Dear Weaver,

Take me in your loving hold and shape me as you will. Tell me not to worry. Show me that you will use me in your masterpiece.

Don't string me along. Spin me into what you will. A mechanic's cleaning rag or a king's garb. A child's pajamas or a grandpa's sweater. All I ask is that you use me in an effort of great avail.

Give me purpose, oh Weaver, and I will not fray.

With gratitude,

A Common Thread