Process

I was thinking of this today. Haven't heard it in years and I can't even remember it all.

I just seemed to fit. In the end it IS all good. Completion is not the end, just foundation for the next step. The good, the bad, the ugly,

Pain is hard. Crying is often harder. But the dead feeling is worse. Behind the crying is the comfort. Today I already have comfort part, at least in this moment.

It is a process.



The Weaver



My life is but a weaving between my God and me
I let him choose the colors, he worketh steadily.


Oftimes he worketh sorry and I within my part
forget he sees the pattern, while I see only part


The dark threads were as needful in the weavers skillfull hand
as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern he had planned.


Not till the looom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall god unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.