Login | Support
Images Activity Sheets Books Poetry

Life on the Loom

by Rhoda © 2016

Set upon the Weaver's loom,
Threads of life are wound together;
The dark, the light, the in-between,
Are intertwine forever.

White threads of joy, Yellow of hope,
Crisscrossed by threads of Black despair;
Gray threads of foggy indecision
Beside the Pink of those who care.

Light Blue threads of carefree moments
Twisted into worry Red;
All that is seen is just a mess,
Mismatched threads to the loom are fed.

Dark Blue questions o'er the whole,
Seeming hope in Green illusions;
Tied and twisted in a knot.
What is left is deep confusion.

"Not till the day the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly;
Will He unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why."

social media buttons share on facebook share on linked in share on twitter
Click Here to contact Rhoda to request permission to use this poem.