Thursday, 11 September 2014

"My life is but a weaving....."

A weaving between the Lord and me
A good friend sent me this poem and it has stayed with me, preying on my mind and focussing my thoughts.

I am not normally a fan of "Christian" poetry; you know - the sort written by people called Charity Lovesall.

But this poem has resonance.....do you agree?


My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me;
I may not choose the colours–
He knows what they should be.

For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.

Sometimes He weaves in sorrow,
Which seems so strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.

‘Tis He who fills the shuttle,
And He knows what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needed
In the Weaver’s skilful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

Anon

10 comments:

  1. This is a very beautiful poem. Someone gave it to me, also, at a very difficult and painful time.

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  2. Its quite nice, in the nice sense of the term, but personally, given the mess and shamble I observe the Church to be in at present, I have come round to the position of believing that good straight unambiguous talking, the open declaration of orthodox Catholicsm in any controversial matter (rather as Voris does) is the best way now for good Catholics an True.

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  3. Thank you, Richard. To be printed and on put the wall above my computer.

    Praying for you and your family, of course. God bless!

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  4. A lovely poem. Best wishes and prayers.

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  5. Still in our prayers!

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  6. Prayers always. Thank you for the poem.. The warp and weft of our lives are in the hands of the Lord.

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  7. Prayers and blessings.

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