Thistle Down

By Ethel

Life's Tapestry

On my loom of life,
I weave a tapestry.
Trusting as the world looks on,
Some one will chance to see.

A pattern clear, and beautiful,
That makes for texture fine.
Where vision bright...will ever see,
That touch of light divine.

Where strong threads truly magnify,
Their hue's...by daily toil.
Caught in its purest filament,
And free from worldly soil.

Cloud shadows...in the background,
Are streaked with bitter tears.
Love's golden threads go in and out,
With tones the heart endears.

Entwined with each to-morrow,
Bright sun-rays pass a ledge.
Letting bits of kindly acts,
Creep in along the edge.

Just weaving out my life's design,
With fringe so freely strung.
And always looking for a place,
Where I can have it hung.

Praying deep within my heart,
That other laden walls.
Will guide me with my tapestry,
To heaven's ...hallowed halls.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


Family; This is my shawl that is similar to several Grandma made for her granddaughters. Best guess would be the 1970's.

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