I can't believe I've been away so long. I guess going back to school took up most of my time. One thing I learned at collage is that I can write poetry. Several of my poems were published this year in, "Frontage Road", an accredited collage publication. I would like to share a poem I've written with you call The Weaver.
The Weaver
by Frankie Moses Conar
The hands of the weaver
Make changes ever so subtle
Meshing the strands together
Using a loom and a shuttle.
He creates the fabric;
He chooses every strand
To form a unique design
The cloth doesn't lend a hand.
He patiently guides each string
And selects the colors too.
He is the master of his craft;
he knows just what to do.
Imagine if the fiber rebelled
Causing chaos, worry and stress.
Instead of a thing of beauty
There would only be a mess.
Then why do we fight
And go against our makers hand?
Our lives would be more beautiful
If we followed our Master's plan.
Write each day with God's love,
Frankie
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