The Weaver
My life is
but a weaving
between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose
the colors
He worketh
steadily.
Oft times
He weaveth sorrow
and I
in foolish pride
forget He
sees the upper
and I,
the underside.
Not till 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 needful
in the Weaver’s
skillful hand
as the threads
of gold and silver
in the pattern
He has planned.
(Anonymous)
When you turn the bookmark over to the back you can see the strands of threads that go across it, which helps to really get the point the poet says about “seeing the underside”.
I do not know who wrote the poem, there is no name, but I am sure he, or she, is blessed.
This is now definitely one of my more inspirational bookmarks. It helps me remember that God is always in control. I know He is, I have no doubt about it, but sometimes, just sometimes, it is good to have a little reminder.
“You shall skillfully weave the tunic of fine linen thread, You shall make the turban of fine linen, and You shall make the sash of woven work.” Exodus 28:39
TLB