Words of Wisdom from SharLeigh

Life’s Intricately Woven Fabrics

Sometimes we wonder if there is a rhyme or reason to the events in our lives. People have spent a lifetime studying the reason for our existence and knowledge of life but to no avail. Why, because we are never able to see the complete fabric of life. This anonymous poem reflects on life’s intricate fabrics.

THE LOOM OF TIME

Our lives are laid in the loom of time, to a pattern we do not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly, till the dawn of eternity.
Shuttles are filled with silver threads, and some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues, are all that they may hold.
But the weaver watches with skillful eye, each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern deftly form, as the loom moves sure and slow.
God surely planned the pattern, each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by God’s master skill, and placed in the web with care.
Only God knows its beauty, and guides the shuttles which hold,
The threads so unattractive, as well as the threads of gold.
Not till each loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern, and explain the reason why.
The dark threads were as needful, in the weaver’s skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver, for the pattern which God planned.