Weavings

[azusaman]

Hi everyone. Here is a poem my wife would always send to anyone who had a loss in their life so I thought I would share it with everyone on this forum. You may have seen it before, but it has always seemed so poignant at such a time as this.

Enjoy,

Ted

Weavings

My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me.

I may choose the colors

But He knows what they should be.

For He can view the pattern

Upon the upper side

While I see it….

Only on the underside.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow

Which seemeth strange to me

But I will trust His judgment

And work on faithfully.

Tis He who fills the shuttle

For He knows what is best

And I shall weave in earnest

And leave with Him the rest.

At last when life has ended

With Him I shall abide

Then I may view the pattern

Upon the other side.

Then I shall know the reason why

Pain with joy entwined

Was woven in the fabric of life

That God designed.

--Shawnee Kellie

[mrspapajohn]

Ted - - Thank you for sharing the poem with us. It is lovely.

Kathy

[Korina]

Thank you, Ted.

Korina