Hmmmm.... What should I write about??? -sigh- I always find it interesting that generally on Sunday nights I find myself reflecting a lot. Sometimes it makes me just want to go to bed because when I reflect on my life I sometimes want things to work out a certain way, and it generally doesn't work out the exact way that I had imagined. Life is a learning experience. Not that my life is bad, or sad, or anything terrible right now, I just have been thinking about this poem. I love this poem, and find that I can relate with it a lot.
Just A Weaver
by Benjamine Malachi Franklin
My life is but a weaving,
between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes 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,
Will God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful
in the skillful weaver's hand
As threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.
that is a beautiful poem. It's good to hear from you. Love you berger
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