Poem: "Tapestry" by Nancy Merical

We weave our cloth of life with threads

Of hours and days we’re given

And make a pattern that reflects

The face of God in heaven.

He gives us days of greatest joy

That cast a lovely hue.

But days of sorrow we must bear

For darker colors too.

Some days have trials woven in

That give our cloth its strength,

So other days that are misused

Won’t cause a tear or rent.

Friends add a texture to our cloth

And shining highlights leave;

New ones silver, old ones gold

Affect the warp and weave.

Faith is the shuttle we employ

To weave a better cloth,

And love we use to weave it too;

Love makes it smooth and soft.

Some days we weave silken threads

And some days coarse and rough;

One day’s threads are stout and strong,

Another’s softest fluff.

But when our cloth of life is woven

And taken from the frame,

It is unique, one of a kind;

No other is the same.

For though the same days we are given,

We use them differently

And make a pattern all our own

In God’s great tapestry.