Make me, O Lord, thy Spining Wheele compleate. Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee. Make mine Affections thy Swift Flyers neate And make my Soule thy holy Spoole to bee. My Conversation make to be thy Reele And reele the yarn thereon spun of thy Wheele. Make me thy Loome then, knit therein… Continue reading Monday Reflections: Edward Taylor
under the stonesmith’s hand / stone turns into lace. I need his hand now.
"And if the serpent comes again / to tempt with secret truths, /hold fast your crafts, / in them you'll find a better mystery."