While Love Weaves Its Thread

The animals in our lives can provide such comfort in those times of consuming grief. 

What a beautiful being lying here on my lap
What a tender revealing of a jewel in gift wrap.
Not a word need be spoken, yet volumes are said
In the moment unbroken while love weaves its thread.

When a beautiful being comes to lie in your lap,
When she’s found you revealing rugged roads on your map
Not a word need be spoken, yet volumes are said
In the moment unbroken while love weaves its thread.

Some say it’s illusion.  Some say it’s not there.
And some will say there is not way to ease the heart’s despair.
I say it is magic.  I say it is prayer.  
I say that love has endless spells to heal the heart’s despair.

When a beautiful being comes to lie in your lap
There’s no point in concealing what your soul has unpacked.
Not a word need be spoken, yet volumes are said
In the moment unbroken while love weaves its thread.