Posted by: admin on Sat, Feb 18, 2012
poem by our late brother LeRoy Webb
In a sea of black silk, sprinkled with crystals
the moon swims gently.
An incredibly tiny man views the infinite expanse,
searching the sparkling tapestry
for reason, for purpose,
to free himself of life’s puny strife,
to soar, to accomplish, to have meaning
in his tiny life.
He sees the hand of Him who spun the silk
and set the stars,
laying the rules by which they float
in the black sea.
Majestic, Awesome, Infinite
and yet to fulfill it’s function,
does not need beauty.
That beauty is a gift
for the tiny man’s eyes
telling him when he cry’s
he shall never be alone,
nor tiny and insignificant,
but is the beloved child
standing before the door
of the tapestry’s Creator.
Copyright 1983 by LeRoy Webb
Our beloved Mike Alrady waiting for us and he is not forgotten by this ministry Amen
Thou we be dead yet shall we live forever in he arms of our Lord in the Kingdom of God.
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