One piece of thread
One-color
of thread
A tapestry
is forming
So many
pieces of thread
I have
made my tapestry
All intertwining
in and out
I know
the patterns because there are many
I know
the final product
I created
the pattern
Some
threads are lost
Due to
selfishness or consequences
They
seem to hide in shame or grief
Others
are vibrant and engaging
Willing
to become part of the pattern
Shining
bright but still balanced
Every
person conceived is important
They
are a thread in My tapestry
With
unique giftings that I give them
Others
will take the place of those lost
Bringing
their uniqueness
To carry
on with My tapestry
All loved
by Me dearly
Potential
for a greater love
Hold
them close
My
tapestry doesn’t have holes
But incorporates
those lost
Because
I know where they belong
In My
Tapestry
