A member of one of my guilds, who had suffered too many personal losses too close, sent out this ... and I share with you...
I wonder what the other side will be when I have finished weaving all my thread.
I do not know the pattern nor the end of this great piece of work which is for me.
I only know that I must weave with care the colors that are given me, day by day,
And make them a fabric firm and true which will be of service to my fellow man.
Sometimes those colors are so dark and gray I doubt if there will be one line of beauty there.
But all at once there comes a thread of gold or rose so deep that there will always be that one bright spot to cherish or to keep and maybe against its ground of deepest hue it will be beautiful.
The Warp is held by the Master’s hand;
The Master’s mind made the design for me.
If I but weave the shuttle to and fro and blend the colors just the best I know.
Perhaps when it is finished He will say, “T’is good” and lay it on the footstool at his feet.
—Author Unknown
