The Patchwork
It's like patchwork, like a warm snug quilt. I am beginning to see the pattern. And as I trace the shape with my fingertips I see the pattern form into a picture. The picture is of a servant serving his master with joy. The servant's ear is pierced, cut through with an awl, a sign that he will be his master's slave for life.... by choice. But oh! I see another picture. The form of a mountain and a Cloud and the people of Israel bending their ear to hear what their God has to say. The more I look the more I see that there are words woven into this scene as well. The words say, "Don't be afraid. God has come to test you and instill a deep and reverent awe within you so that you won't sin." I keep tracing and searching and soon I find God's people in a time when the revelation of God was rarely heard or seen. I sit all day and examine this piece of art. In my wake it is all I can think about and in my sleep my dreams are consumed by the vivid colors and perfect design. One night I am startled from my sleep and see for the first time, the Weaver behind the quilt, and when I myself bend my ear towards Him, I hear that all along He has been telling a story, the secrets behind the beauty. The quilt is my life. And the Weaver is my God. May I never forget that. Tell me, dear one, what have you heard?
Molly.
Molly.