The material presented
here is not Al-Anon Conference Approved Literature. It is a method
to exchange
information, ideas, feelings, problems and solutions on a personal
level.
This is one of my favorite poems that I heard an Alanon speaker read as a closing to their story. I like to start my week uplifted. This poem helps to give me a different perspective on my "problems". If no one has told you they loved you today, I do. Enjoy!
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 under side.
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.
He knows, He loves, He cares, Nothing this truth can dim. He gives His very best to those Who leave the choice with Him.