Saturday, 25 August 2012


A poem about understanding the pattern in our life...

Time weaves a tapestry through life
Of love, of joy, of sorrow, and strife;
Unweave the rainbow, at a peril cost:
All shall be undone, all shall be lost;
So we reach instead to see the whole,
As if to find a way to though to control,
The weaving threads of life; But not so,
Because threads tightly bound just so;
Form one pattern, and we are too close
To grasp the whole. Ambition grandiose,
But doomed to fail, because of chance,
Plays a random factor that can enhance;
The pattern in ways unpredicted, strange,
The even order is broken by this change;
And we can only understand, apprehend,
When it is completed, at our very end.

1 comment:

Zoompad said...

Written by B.M. Franklin (1882-1965)

My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaves so skillfully.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reasons why-

The dark threads are as needful,
In The Weaver’s skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.