Iv just got back from my granny's 80th birthday party... and it was SO lovely:) i am just so fond of all my aunties and uncles and hundreds of crazy cousins! we went for a yummy yorkshire carvery and had a funny evening of jamming... trumpets, yukalalies, violins, piano, flutes, guitar, recorders, clarinets, cornet, uphonium.. you name it we had it:) oh and little ones on shakers and triangles:p major vontrap family moment of joy:p
I didnt get to see much of the birthday girl, but the time i did manage to steal her away was so special:) ahh i love my granny!
she shared a poem with me.. and i have just spent a fair amount of time trying to hunt it down online... I dont think this is quite the version she had.. but it is still beautiful
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I let him choose the colours
He worketh steadily.
Some shuttles are filled with silver thread,
And some with threads of gold;
While often but the darker hue
Is all that they may hold.
God surely planned that pattern,
Each thread - the dark and the fair -
Was chosen by His master skill
And placed in web with care.
He only knows the beauty
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive
As well as the threads of gold.
Not till the loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the pattern
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weavers skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern that He has planned.
Between my God and me.
I let him choose the colours
He worketh steadily.
Some shuttles are filled with silver thread,
And some with threads of gold;
While often but the darker hue
Is all that they may hold.
God surely planned that pattern,
Each thread - the dark and the fair -
Was chosen by His master skill
And placed in web with care.
He only knows the beauty
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive
As well as the threads of gold.
Not till the loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the pattern
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weavers skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern that He has planned.
:)
