Poems

With it being 72 degrees this morning when I walked I

was thankful for the clouds and the nice breeze keeping

things nice and cool.

Started my walk going around both of the cemeteries.

Then walked down the road towards home.

Back to and through town over to the ball park loop.

Continued around the loop and then headed back to the pond.

 Rebecca was out walking and ran into her two different times.

John was out also walking Prim.

Not much happening around town, all was quiet.

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My book club meeting wasn't held in the library this week

but outside at the park a few blocks away from the library.

We all brought our own lawn chairs.

The book club this month was different than usual.

We all brought a poem that we liked and read them aloud.

The poem I picked I had written down in a notebook where

I kept sayings, quotes, and poems from when I was in high school.

The poem I picked was

Life's Weaving 

- Unknown

My life is but a weaving 

Between my God and me.

I cannot choose the colors 

He knows what they should be.

For He can view the pattern 

Upon the upper side

While I can see it only

On this, the under side.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow

Which seems strange to me,

But I will trust His judgement

And work on faithfully.

Tis He who fills the shuttle

He knows just what is best.

So I shall weave in earnest

And leave with Him the rest.

At last when life is ended

With Him I shall abide

Then I may view the pattern

Upon the upper side.

Then I shall know the reason

Why pain with joy entwined

Was woven in the fabric

of life that God designed.

This first three lines of the poem I read and The Tapestry 

are the same and the content is similar.

Corrie Ten Boom is usually given the credit for writing The Tapestry 

but it was written by Gran Colfax Tullar.

The Tapestry  

My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me.

I cannot choose the colors

He weaveth steadily.

Oft' times He weaveth sorrow;

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I the underside.

Not 'til the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Will God unroll the canvas

And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the weaver's skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;

Nothing this truth can dim.

He gives the very best to those

Who leave the choice to Him.

Of the two I like the unknown version better so chose to read that one.

I finished the fourth and last diamond art bookmark this afternoon.

Bookmarks

Hope you had a fantastic day.

Thanks for visiting.

HappyK🙂