The conspiracy of goodness that has been my life,
I recollect in silence.
For once my frustrated sighs are quieted,
In holy reverence.
Gardens grow on graves.
The true New World is my home and hope,
This shadow I have seen,
And loved and hated all my life will,
Only be a place I’ve been.
When beneath my vine, I fear not.
So the terror that now threatens me,
Is only another day, I find,
Another chapter in the tale,
A fine tapestry on the wall behind,
The inevitable, eternal feast.
Wow. I was reflecting this week on the tapestry of our lives… how we only see the ugly underside and the seemingly out-of-place threads that mar the beauty… but the Master is weaving something we cannot fully comprehend until we reach that Other Side. Thank you for this. It was timely and helpfully complementary to my meditations.