| Story ID: | 1523 |
| Written by: | Nancy J. Kopp (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | OurEcho Community |
| Location: | Everywhere All Universal |
| Year: | 2007 |
| Person: | Scott Lupo |
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| Story ID: | 1523 |
| Written by: | Nancy J. Kopp (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | OurEcho Community |
| Location: | Everywhere All Universal |
| Year: | 2007 |
| Person: | Scott Lupo |
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To Scott and all OurEcho Community: We have had sad times within our community the past several weeks with the passing of Scott's mother and now his father. And also the loss Gail Martin's family has had to deal with when Shannon Hyle passed away so suddenly. So many times we are at a loss for words at times of grief and sorrow. Our hearts are full, but the mouth doesn't always let the sentiment come through. Forty years ago tomorrow (January 16th) we lost our first child who was only seven weeks old. Three years later, we lost our third child at only one day. At the time, friends and family offered us love, prayers, and support. One of them sent us a poem tucked inside a sympathy card, one that I've treasured for all these forty years. I have sent it on to many since I received it. The author of the poem is unknown, but surely it was a person who suffered a loss and has shared their wisdom through poetry. I hope it will bring some comfort to those who are hurting for whatever reason. Nancy Julien Kopp The Plan Of The Master Weaver Our lives are but fine weavings, That God and we prepare, Each life becomes a fabric planned And fashioned in His care. We may not always see just how The weavings intertwine, But we must trust the Master’s hand And follow His design, For He can view the pattern From the upper side, While we must look from underneath And trust in Him to guide. Sometimes a strand of sorrow Is added to His plan, And though it’s difficult for us, We still must understand That it’s He who fills the shuttle, It’s He who knows what’s best, So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the rest… Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why— The dark threads are as needed In the Weaver’s skillful hand And the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. --Anonymous |