Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BLIND WEAVER, by HELEN GOLTRA


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THE BLIND WEAVER, by                    
First Line: My soul is like a weaver, who though blind
Last Line: The pattern of the whole seem doubly fair?
Subject(s): Sin; Truth; Youth


MY soul is like a weaver, who though blind
To the clear sunlight of God's truth and love,
Yet stands before her loom with face upturned
To feel the warm light streaming from above.
That pictured tapestry which men call Life
With fingers all unguided she must weave,
And tangled threads, discordant colors, mock
The harmony she labors to achieve.

For even in scenes of love and sacred joy,
Amid the rose and gold, her groping hands
Have marred the radiant, dawn-hued loveliness
By twining ugly somber colored strands.
And thus dark shades of sorrow often lurk
Where only shimmering color should have been,—
As though life's noblest, purest moments held
The blackening shadow of some unknown sin.

Imperfect and confused the pictures are,
Because the plan, from her blind eyes concealed,
Seemed tedious, and she changed to new design
Before its growing beauty was revealed.

But when at last the weaver's work is done,—
The last thread severed from her tapestry—
Then God will open wide her wondering eyes
And give them perfect light, that she may see
The work her clumsy, groping hands have wrought
Even as God sees it, revealed by truth,
With all the errors that her blindness made
Upon this mighty labor of her youth.

Will she then hide her face in grief and shame,
Will its confusion bow her in despair,
Or will the blending and the shadows make
The pattern of the whole seem doubly fair?





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