“My Life is Like a Weaving”

My life is like a weaving

between my God and me.

I do not choose the colors

he works steadily.

Sometimes he weaves 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

will God unroll the canvas

and explain the reason why

the dark threads are as needful

in the skillful weaver’s hand

as the threads of gold and silver

in the pattern he has planned.”

Grant Colfaz Tullar

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