Of varied thread and hue
You weave a tapestry
In each decision that you make
It's there for all to see.

You use subtle colors
Or they can be bright red
The threads can be as purest gold
Or a spider's web.

They can inspire and entrance
In ways both bright and fair
Or you could use
dark blue and black
The colors of despair.

When you have the spindle
Sometimes there's a *****
Then you may
just shed some blood
On a small part of it.

There'll be times
when you will fail
The work will appear bad
Faith will lack
And you'll look back
Mistakes will make you sad.

There'll be times
you cannot work
And parts will be undone
Problems crop and you will stop
The work you had begun.

When you are a'weaving
With my great loom of souls
It's sometimes very hard to see
The minute from the whole.

When you are finally finished
And there's no more to do
You will find that I am free
To look at it with you.

Then the parts which
looked so ragged
From behind
Where you did weave
You will see the great mistakes
The ones which
Made you grieve

Will be the very aspects
Of greatest beauty found
And the parts where you left off
Have life which abounds.

You'll see the very portrait
Of my great and lovely FACE
For I let you do it all
Through my amazing Grace

People.
When you see your work
Whatever will you see?
Will you gaze upon a maze

Or, at last

see

ME


Soul Survivor
(C) 2013 by Catherine Jarvis