//woven//

Woven into a grand design,

as you gently knit me together.

Warp and filling threads intertwine.

The past, the present and the future,

look like loose strings, scraps and twine.

A life scattered, suspended in the making.

But to you, I am no great undertaking.

You are winding between 

these fragmented pieces.

Braiding together what I’ve 

tried to keep separated.

But you go before and behind me, 

seeing all that’s underneath. 

You hem me in, weaving back and forth 

despite my unbelief.

There are two sides to every loom.

There is that which remains hidden, the loose ends of the underside.

But by your hands, even those give way to the beauty of your delight.

You renew every ache.

You recreate from chaos and the mess.

You restore what once has been torn.

You redeem every brokenness.

In your hands, suffering and beauty are intricately bound together as you gently guide. 

From those memories cowering in the shadows to the countless brilliant highlights.

Both are interlaced, woven into all of life. 

As you weave my days together, 

you are teaching me to abide.

And as your handiwork is displayed, 

I know this life is yours, not mine. 

You are found in the little details 

and every thread of my story.

From the deep grief to overwhelming joy, 

all of it is displaying your glory.

Remade, reshaped into an elaborate work of art.

A masterpiece, you are interweaving each and every part.

Like loose strings, scraps and twine,

the past, the present and the future. 

The hurt and the healing intertwine.

As you gently knit me together,

woven into a grand design.

*This poem is featured in the Milk & Honey Devotional Journal (Volume 2)