The Loom of Time

Here is one of my favorite poems.  It helps to remind us that life has deeper patterns than we may see at this time in our life:

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 others but the darker hues

Are all that they may hold.


But the weaver watches with skillful eye

Each shuttle flies 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 know 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 needed

In the Weaver’s skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

For the patterns which He planned.


Author Unknown

Hope you enjoyed this thought-provoking poem,

Susanne Fengler, blog editor

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