The Master Weaver Poem by Arti Chopra

the tapestry of my life,
was woven with many coloured threads,
and soon emerged a picture,
full of whites greens yellows and reds

it was started when I was born,
unto parents so loving and wise,
and filled in with yellows and oranges,
signifying the sunshine period in my life,

little careful stitches,
that that filled in joy and love,
lots of heavenly white and blues,
signifying blessings from above,

and soon the picture flourished,
shades of green that signify growth,
emergence of my family
kids I love so dearly both,

grey spaces were so few,
and fewer were those in black,
as I gained slowly in wisdom,
and learnt to give and give back,

so skillfully the master weaver,
wove my life in silken threads,
so beautiful was the picture,
in blues and greens and reds.

just when it will be completed.
I really do not know......
but when it does I am fulfilled,
and happily I will go,

so much beauty and and joy he has woven,
that I fail to see the shadows dark,
so much joy he infuses, as he weaves,
on every segment, He leaves His mark,

our life is like a picture,
how it turns out, is up to us.......
though he weaves the silken threads,
the finishing is done by us.

lets help the master in weaving,
this priceless gift to us,
proudly we leave the finished picture,
He would have wanted it thus.