You are the
goddess of wisdom and of technical skill. You weave beautiful tapestries but they
tell stories that have come to an end. You strike the earth and create life,
but with the same hands you strike a girl and take life.
You are not my
God. Like Arachne I do not fear you. But unlike her, my story will not be
destroyed.
Because my God
is the God of all wisdom and expertise. He weaves tapestries of grace—stories
only he knows the end of. He creates life in song and with the same voice gives
us forgiveness.
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