Poem 2

THE TAPESTRY

The tapestry is woven here
With mingling hues, and sounds so clear,
The intricate patterns woven there
Portray our lives year by year.
Who calls the pattern and the tune?
We won't wait long, we'll see so soon,
for all our joy trouble and grief,
we'll know with the turning of a leaf.
And tho' the good times come and go,
And all the mixtures we'll come to know,
The tapestry is hidden safe, from prying eyes its colours closed.
The mysterious tapestry shows,
to but a few its secrets tell.
But who can say, tho' they know full well
The colours of its beautiful hues.
Our lips forbade to tell the news,
For its surprises we must bear,
and all its fruit with good cheer.
The tapestry is woven fast,
And for many years will last.
Till each of us our own we'll see,
and find the truth of our destiny.
The pattern rises, falls and swells,
And the many stories that it tells,
will come to light, but who Knows when?
Not you nor I that's for sure,
we'll not hear the closing of the Door.
But who will care, for we will see,
the wonderment of the Tapestry.

This is the story of life as it rises and falls.

Of what we have agreed to, for our own good, before we came here.

Of the fact that all is known in Spirit,
but revealing it is something special, not often done.

Once we have passed we shall see again the beauty of our plan through life, how it's tribullations have benefited us though we may not have thought so at the time.