Weaving Intentions

With thread and needle, I begin this art,

A sacred journey from the depths of my heart.

In the art realm, intentions take flight.

Weaving dreams and hopes, in the soft candlelight.

Each stitch I place, a whispered prayer,

A piece of my soul, a love that is rare.

In the fabric of creation, my intentions unfurl,

As I craft this doll, mt vision takes whirl.

With every stone and feather that I select,

My intentions grow stronger, I must protect,

The essence of my purpose, my sprits delight,

In this doll I'm making, in the still of the night.

In the eyes of the doll, I see a reflection,

A mirror of my dreams, a divine connection,

With each adornment and symbol I choose,

My intentions and magic I gladly infuse.

The herbs and crystals, they play their part,

Infusing this doll with a sacred heart,

With love and healing, intentions so clear,

Thus doll becomes a talisman, a source of cheer.

As I complete my work, my intentions take flight,

In the world of the unseen, they shine so bright,

In dollmaking's dance, I have found my way,

Weaving intentions, night into day.

So, in this act of creation, intentions take form,

As I craft this doll, my heart grows warm,

Weaving hopes and dreams, like threads of spun gold,

In the sacred art of dollmaking, my story is told.