Friday, January 2, 2015

Threads

Happy Day 2 of 2015!  I know I already posted yesterday, but will all the resolution-making and goal setting going on, I felt it was time to share something I wrote awhile that might provide perspective.


Threads
Each human life is a different colored thread.  Thin.  Fragile.  Insignificant.

Useful.  Purposeful.  Unique.

Life begins waiting.  Then, attempts to move, to make.  The spool rolls as the thread creates endless loops on the floor.

A pause to admire reveals a mess.  The thread is wasted.

Until, the Sewer comes.

He sees the coils, yet chooses the color. 

He picks up the runway spool and winds the thread.  Sometimes gently.  Sometimes painfully as knots untangle and purpose is restored.

Soon, it's time to begin.  The Sewer threads His needle and starts to stitch.

The pattern is simple simple at first, but grows more intricate as the thread yields to its master.

At times the thread protests and the spool plunges to the floor. Though the thread unwinds, the Sewer never lets go.  The end is always in His hand as waits for spinning to stop.  The spool hits an obstacle.  Momentum dies.

Once again, the Sewer, gathers the thread.

Needle in hand, He guides the thread in and out many patterns. Numerous threads intertwine for a time, only to be separated to color new corners. 

Not one strand stands out.  Not one sees the whole design.  Each knows only the colors it glides by and the steady strength of the Sewer’s hand.  He knows.  He sees.  The picture forms before His eyes and by His hands.

When at last, He finishes, the tapestry shows no single strands, but a scene with each stitch planned.  A display of color with each thread in place.



1 comment:

  1. Beautifully and truthfully expressed. Thank you for sharing.

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