I'd like to share this. Fr Philip Heng, SJ shared this poem in his homily on 23 January 2011. I pray that God will use it to touch even more hearts just as He has to mine.
My life is but a weaving
between God and me;
I may not choose the colours,
He knows what they should be;
For He can view the pattern
from the upper side
While I can see it only
on this the under side.
Sometimes He weaves sorrow
which seems strange to me;
But, I will trust His judgment,
and work and walk on faithfully;
It is He who fills the shuttle,
He knows what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest
and leave with Him the rest.
At last when life is ended,
with Him I shall abide,
Then I may view the pattern
upon the upper side;
Then I shall know the reason
why pain with joy entwined
was woven in the fabric
of life that God designed.
The only words needed then is:
Father, Your Will be done.
Nothing more, Nothing less.
Nothing else. Amen.
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