The Loom of Time

Man's life is laid in the loom of time

To a pattern he does not see,

While the weavers work and the shuttles fly

Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads

And some with threads of gold,

While often but the darker hues

Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye

Each shuttle fly to and fro,

And sees the pattern so deftly wrought

As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:

Each thread, the dark and fair,

Is chosen by His master skill

And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,

And guides the shuttles which hold

The threads so unattractive,

As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,

And the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God reveal the pattern

And explain the reason why

The dark threads were as needful

In the weaver's skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

For the pattern which He planned.

~ Anonymous

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Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't. ~ Richard Bach

The Loom of Time

Man's life is laid in the loom of time

To a pattern he does not see,

While the weavers work and the shuttles fly

Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads

And some with threads of gold,

While often but the darker hues

Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye

Each shuttle fly to and fro,

And sees the pattern so deftly wrought

As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:

Each thread, the dark and fair,

Is chosen by His master skill

And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,

And guides the shuttles which hold

The threads so unattractive,

As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,

And the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God reveal the pattern

And explain the reason why

The dark threads were as needful

In the weaver's skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

For the pattern which He planned.

~ Anonymous

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Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't. ~ Richard Bach

When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care

When life is but a round of crushing care 

And, a great heap of stones, lies heavy on us,

There suddenly, God knows how, why, upon us

A joyous mood descends... Of balmy air

A breath comes from the past and, o'er us drifting,

Invades the heart, its fearful burden lifting.

At times with autumn's coming is it so,

When empty lie the fields, when bare the groves are,

And paler turn the skies - and of a sudden, over

The darkened earth a damp wind starts to blow.

A fallen leaf it chases with elation

And to our hearts of spring brings a sensation.

~ Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

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There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts. ~ Richard Bach

When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care

When life is but a round of crushing care 

And, a great heap of stones, lies heavy on us,

There suddenly, God knows how, why, upon us

A joyous mood descends... Of balmy air

A breath comes from the past and, o'er us drifting,

Invades the heart, its fearful burden lifting.

At times with autumn's coming is it so,

When empty lie the fields, when bare the groves are,

And paler turn the skies - and of a sudden, over

The darkened earth a damp wind starts to blow.

A fallen leaf it chases with elation

And to our hearts of spring brings a sensation.

~ Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

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There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts. ~ Richard Bach

That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning. ~ Richard Bach

That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning. ~ Richard Bach

The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. - Richard Bach

The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. - Richard Bach