Poems & Selections

The Tapestry Poem

My life is like a weaving
between my God and me
I do not choose the colors
he works steadily
Sometimes he weaves 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

By Emily Dickinson It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, – – Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a […]
May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
May you always walk in sunshine and God’s around you flow, for the happiness you gave us, no one will ever know. It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone, a part of us went with you, the day God called you home. A million times we needed you, a […]
Don’t cry for me in sadness; don’t weep for me in sorrow, For I will be beside you, as sure as comes tomorrow. My body has gone but my spirit lives on, as does my love For you. Just as in life. I’ll watch over you, I always will be true. My blood lives on […]