The Golden Thread


Life is a Tapestry,
A beautiful creation woven together in love of various Threads—
Expression, relationship, experiences—
That depict a glory that can only be seen in totality,
A glory that is the Love-relationship between an individual and Yahweh

Some Threads are brightly colored depictions of joy and happiness,
Others somber colors of confusion and chaos,
But grief is the Golden Thread,
For it is the one that costs the most—it costs a person,
A relationship and way of being,
It costs a life,
An expression and way of living that is no longer available to you,
It costs everything,
And it changes the Tapestry forever

The Tapestry with the Golden Thread
Shines differently than any other Tapestry,
And the Thread adds a bittersweet beauty that comes from the ashes—
And can come from nowhere else
In its place, the Golden Thread dazzles,
It sparkles and shines a new glory that will never be found in any other Thread,
And somehow it adds beauty to the other Threads,
Even as it alters them ever so slightly,
And the Tapestry is greater for having the Threads that are Golden

So weave the Golden Thread gently into the Tapestry,
Do not attempt to cut it out and discard it,
For it is much too costly for that kind of treatment,
Do not attempt to dull its brightness so that others can be comfortable,
For that is not its place in the pattern of the design,
Do not fear its expression in the greater context,
For it is its own kind of beauty,
A special kind of wonderful,
Though you ache with its misery as it weaves around your heart

I can see value in the Golden Threads I carry,
Though they are heavy and full of pain,
And I will carry them forever and always,
For they are also beautiful and full of Yahweh’s Love.  

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