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Post by undineworker on Jan 1, 2007 16:19:15 GMT
I just came across this wonderful poem about time and wanted to share it.
It is by an anonymous writer.
Man's life is laid in the loom of time To a pattern he does not see While the weavers work and the shuttles fly Till the dawn of eternity.
Some 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 skilful eye Each shuttle fly to and fro And sees the pattern so deftly wrought As the loom moves sure and slow.
God surely planned the pattern Each thread, the dark and fair Is chosen by His master skill And placed in the web with care.
He only 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 skilful hand As the threads of gold and silver For the pattern which He planned.
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Love and Light Lizzie xx
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Post by sparklekaz on Jan 1, 2007 18:05:53 GMT
I absolutely love it, Lizzie.
Lots of love Karen
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Post by angelight on Jan 6, 2007 16:23:11 GMT
I agree, doesn't it say it all?
Kel xxx
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