For Christmas 2011 my grandparents gave me a lap loom. And, *embarrassed smiles and coughs* I just finished making something on it about a month ago. :P But the result is pretty cool. I did everything: weaving it on the loom, making it into a bag with an inside liner, and making the handle. It's not big, but it's special because I made it!
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not til 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 needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not til 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 needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
-Benjamin Malachi Franklin
I really like this poem, and it has even more meaning after experiencing weaving on even a lap loom myself.
-Selena Joye
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