The Story Weaver
What's she doing,
Sitting by the window,
So still and silent like that?
She's lost.
In what?
In stories.
Stories?
Stories, stories everywhere:
In her mind,
On her computer,
At her fingertips,
In the world around her.
Stories, stories everywhere,
All in a jumble,
And she's lost in the jumble.
Is there a detective who can find her?
Is there an artist who can weave this mishap muddle into a masterpiece?
Yes, there is.
Who?
Her author,
The one true God.