Just my favorite poem here about your weaving tapestry topic.
Weaving our soul’s garments
“We are all busy weavers. Forever are we throwing the
shuttle backward and forward, each moment leaving
one new thread in the web of our life, which shall stay
there forever. Every thought, every feeling, every motion,
every light fancy that plays but for a moment in the soul,
becomes a thread which is instantly a permanent part of the
life we are living. Our words and acts are threads clean and
beautiful or stained and blemished, according to their moral
character.
Thus we are forever weaving, and the web that we
make our souls must wear in eternity. How important it is
that we put into this fabric only threads of immortal beauty!
If we do God’s will always, and train ourselves to think over
God’s thoughts, and to receive into our heart the influences of
God’s love and grace, and to yield ever and only to God’s Spirit,
we shall weave for our souls a seamless robe of righteousness
which shall appear radiant and lovely when all earth’s garments
have faded and crumbled to dust.”
(In Green Pastures – JR Miller 1927)
That's a pretty decent effort for sure, quite religious which isn't my thing, but not surprising considering the author. Thanks for sharing this, the words are all quite lovely.
Thank you and yes when I meditate with that poem, it always brings a sense of clarity and direction to my mind. Especially to treat all others fairly and squarely.