Gazing, gasping, and gaping in awe,
as I behold a tapestry most majestic
with multitudes of intricacies woven,
light, life, and love spun into threads
intricately placed by the Master’s hands.
Staring at beauty extravagant pondering
the source of His inspiration with
emotions whirling, voices praising,
worship pouring out, acknowledging
His image embedded within each strand.
Wooden shuttle chatters deftly weaving
the weft thread between the warp threads,
patterns revealed, expanding row by row
into an epic ethereal masterpiece depicting
mankind’s story, spoken by constellations.
Shades of pearlescent white shimmer in
optical illusions of delicate transparency,
blinded by brilliant, pure light, I close my eyes
as I’m granted a fleeting glimpse of eternal
mansions, streets of gold, and nameless colours.
This poem is a metaphor for our lives. Often in the midst of experiencing each moment, we lose sight of the bigger picture. I think, when we get to heaven, and we’ll be surprised at the purposeful way God weaved our individual threads into His eternal tapestry. In that moment we will understand fully, what has been hidden from us. “Here we look through a glass darkly, there we shall be face-to-face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” (1 Corinthians 13:12)