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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

Irish Blessing 15

May you live long, Die happy, And rate a mansion in heaven.

On Children

By Kahlil Gibran Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own […]

Irish Blessing 13

Always remember to forget The things that made you sad. But never forget to remember The things that made you glad. Always remember to forget The friends that proved untrue. But never forget to remember Those that have stuck by you. Always remember to forget The troubles that passed away. But never forget to remember […]

In Time of Sorrow

May you see God’s light on the path ahead When the road you walk is dark. May you always hear, Even in your hour of sorrow, The gentle singing of the lark. When times are hard may hardness Never turn your heart to stone, May you always remember when the shadows fall— You do not […]

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Poems & Selections

The Tapestry Poem

Irish Blessing 15

On Children

Irish Blessing 13

In Time of Sorrow

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