The weave

The Weave (c)

by Michael Casey SOB , 

(son of a blacksmith from Kerry Ireland) 

The weave makes something strong 

and the pattern on/in the weave has a strong sense of place

It may be a kilt,  so the weave, the pattern belongs to a certain clan

but a weave is society too

how we rely and depend upon each other

without the right sheep bred the wool would never be good enough

and then the wash and the spinning to make the thread

then the weaver

then the cloth ready

then the hand steady for the cutting

then then the design and tailoring

with the expert fitting

these are just some of what goes on

I'm not a film  with Meryl Streep in 

but in the end the fitted garment is a godsend

just like that Andrew McQueen

So now it is obscene for one person

To say he knows it all

He knows nothing

he's the salesman

Others on every step of the ladder

hold him up, and without them He is Nothing

It's called Society so nurture and praise Everyone

Don't use and discard them

Look after one and all

for if you unravel the weave

the whole of Society falls

the weave is each and everyone of us

big and small, fat and thin, of every state in society

So weave through all of them

Love, honour, protect and cherish

for this is what a True Weaver is meant to do

he is a glue, not an injection of bleach to the vein