Not ’til the loom is silent….And the shuttles cease to fly

Not ’til the loom is silent….And the shuttles cease to fly

Leah had some notebooks in which she wrote out poems, Bible verses and sayings that she found particularly encouraging. We were due to fly home to Ireland from Bristol on Sunday 27th October ’13. On Monday 21st October Leah was found to have a clot (thrombus) in a blood vessel and was admitted – yet again – to cubicle 4 on the Bone Marrow Transplant Unit. This is what she transcribed from the internet into her notebook as she sat in Oncology Day Beds waiting to be admitted:

“Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem)

“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth 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

He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.”

Tapestry 1

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