The WeaverMy life is but a weavingbetween my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the underside. Not til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. .Benjamin Malachi Franklin
About This Quote
This quote is a poem by Rabindranath Tagore, who was also a poet and novelist. The author talks about his religion and how it may not be the religion he believes in, but he continues to follow it because he believes in the religion of his Lord. It is said that the story behind this quote is that while this author was working on a tapestry, his wife ordered him to stop so she could be with her father. When the author was finished, he didn’t want to leave, so he told his wife that their Lord had instructed him to continue working on the tapestry. So the author continued working on it until his wife came back.
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