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Jonathan was the Vicar of my Parish all the time I have lived here. His sudden, untimely death in August of 2000 was a shock to us all. This was his favourite verse.

For Jonathan...

My life is like a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I do not choose the colours;
He works it steadily.
Often times He weaves sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Nor till the loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the skilful weaver's hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

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