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. 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. Site designed by & copyright of Yobunny 2003