Tapestry by Brian Francis
Though the cloth is worn and faded
And the seams are stretched and torn
While the colors are less than they once were
There are no stains in this old piece of cloth
After years of work and squander
Mucking around in the refuse of life
Through a gift of spirit and wonder
Washed clean in the grace of His light
His heart is the way of salvation
Through love is the promise redeemed
Still torment beguiles with temptation
For acceptance is just but the seed
And this cloth is but a canvas
Whereon the masterpiece of life is beheld
And the stroke of the brush is creation
And the image is that of the self
04/07/2007 Posted on 04/07/2007 Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/08/07 at 04:38 PM Ahhhh, so lovely, especially for this time of year!! |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/08/07 at 04:40 PM An excellent poem to read on Easter morning Barry. Thanks for getting my day off to the right start! |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/10/07 at 01:21 AM Elegantly written; wonderfully expresed experience of Christ's redeeming power. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/11/07 at 12:47 AM So appropriate. Stanza 2 is it in a nut shell! |
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