From where I sit, above the earth,
I see the way the threads weave through
the tapestry; each knot and stitch
is planted with a plan in view.
When down below, my eyes don’t sense
the way the Artist plots and schemes;
the colours clash, the pattern fights
against itself in rowdy seams.
But if I lift my gaze aloft,
appraise the whole from ladder height,
my heart is thrilled to see the plan
that weaves me in, with threads of light.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Wow-wonderful!
We can give each other a hand up??
Absolutely–AMEN!!
So encouraging that we are part of the plan and getting weaved in! God bless you, Melody!
I forget that particular lesson, and need a good stiff reminder sometimes myself!
“But if I lift my gaze aloft” – You really honor the king’s English, Melody!
I guess I’m a classical girl… 🙂