Monday, October 6, 2008

For Saretta...

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 under side.

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 needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

-Benjamin Malacia Franklin

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