untangling the web
KNOTS, TWISTS AND FAITH IN GOD
My life is laid before you,
like a woven mat,
an embroidery,
a tapestry,
all of them requiring exquisite skills
to design and plan,
put together lovingly stitch by stitch,
row by row,
thread by thread.
But you have the advantage over me ‒
you see the finished item:
see its colours and its composition,
textures and intricacies.
Whereas I look up
and see the knots and frayed yarn,
see the skipped stitches
and bodges of my making.
I see the threadbare patches
and the frazzled attempts to put things right.
O master embroiderer,
master textile designer,
weaver, artist and creator God
help me to look up
from my faltering handiwork
and see the bigger picture.
Help me to dream your dreams
and weave your cloth.
O designer of my days
may I count each moment precious
and purpose-full
‒ even the dull ones ‒
as I wait for the day
when the complete masterpiece is revealed.