One strand
One life
Interwoven
With other lives
Intersecting with strangers
New strands
Intervening
Interceding
To the eye it looks random
Like a bunch of tangled, messy strings
Being brought to order
Composing a theme
One step at a time
One stitch purposely sewn
A picture emerges
The goal’s being shown
As it progresses
The outcome’s unknown
Images are messy
Haphazard, disjointed– monotone
The longer the strand is
Woven in and out
The motivation’s
Revealed throughout
At times it looks abstract
Like Van Goph tried…
But if I look closely
If I squint my eyes…
Is it Jesus in the center?
Or me that I see?
I hope to weave Jesus
Into people I meet
“The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” Luke 4:18-19 (NIV)