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@peacewriter51
My life is a weaving yet to-unfold
Between my Lord and me, as stories are told.
The colours I cannot choose,
But I hope I find my muse.
He weaves in the moments ahead,
And I, with eager heart, tread.
Though I may face shadows at times,
I trust in the rhythm and the chimes.
Not until the loom falls silent,
And all shuttles rest in their alignment,
Will God unveil the tapestry’s design,
Revealing the purpose, woven divine.
The dark threads will prove to be
As essential as the gold and silver’s gleam,
In the grand pattern that awaits,
A journey of faith, love, and fates.