Quilting
Poems & Humor
(You
are listening to "All I Have To Give" by the Backstreet Boys)
For
the Lord your God will bless you.....
in
all the work of your hands
and
your joy will be complete.
Deuteronomy
16
"Tapestry
of Life"
As
I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord
along
with all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like
the
squares of a quilt in many piles. An angel sat before each of
us
sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.
But
as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed
how
ragged and empty each of my squares were. They were filled
with
giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life
that
had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was
faced
with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which
were
the largest holes of all.
I
glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a
tiny
hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich
color
and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own
life
and was disheartened. My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces
of
cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.
Finally
the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to
the
light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn,
holding
up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel
looked
upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to
the
ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had
had
love in my life, and laughter.
But
there had also been trials of illness, and death, and false
accusations
that took from me my world as I knew it. I had to start
over
many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only
to
somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again.
I
spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and
guidance.
In my life I had often been held up to ridicule, which I
endured
painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in
hopes
that I would not melt within my skin beneath the
judgmental
gaze of those who unfairly judged me.
And
now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I
had
to accept it for what it was. I rose and slowly lifted the
combined
squares of my life to the light. An awe filled gasp filled
the
air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with
wide
eyes.Then I looked upon the tapestry before me.
Light
flooded through the many holes, creating an image. The face
of
Christ.Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in
His
eyes. He said, "Every time you gave over your life to Me,it
became
My life, My hardships, My struggles. Each point of light in
your
life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until
there
was more of Me than there was of you."
"'You
are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be
hidden.
Let your light shine before men is such a way that they
may
see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.'"
Matthew
5:14,16
(NASB)
Ode to My Wife the
Quilter
(Author Unknown)
She
learned to quilt on Monday.
Her
stitches all were very fine.
She
forgot to thaw out dinner,
so
we went out to dine.
She
quilted miniatures on Tuesday.
she
says they are a must.
They
really were quite lovely.
But
she forgot to dust.
On
Wednesday it was a sampler.
She
says stipling's fun.
What
highlights! What Shadows!
But
the laundry wasn't done.
Her
patches were on Thursday -
Green,
yellow, blue and red.
I
guess she was really engrossed;
She
never made the bed.
It
was wall hangings on Friday,
In
colors she adores.
It
never bothered her at all,
The
crumbs on the floors.
I
found a maid on Saturday.
My
week is now complete.
My
wife can quilt the hours away;
The
house will still be neat.
Well,
it's already Sunday.
I
think I'm about to wilt.
I
cursed, I raved, I ranted,
The
MAID has learned to QUILT
Quilting Wisdom
Families
are like tapestry, woven through the years,
with
threads of joy and laughter, happiness and tears.
Quilters make great comforters.
Quilter's are piecemakers.
When I learned how to quilt, I forgot how to cook.
A quilt is like love: made to last forever.
A
quilt sewn together with utmost care...
quilted
with love is a treasure to share.
The
best kind of sleep
beneath
Heaven above
is
under a quilt
handmade
with love.
When life gives you scraps, make quilts.
A day patched with quilting seldom unravels.
Every
quilt you make must have some mistake in it
because
only God can make something perfect.
What I make of my hands, I give of my heart.
"The Patchwork Quilt"
Of
all the things a woman's hands have made,
The
quilt so lightly thrown across her bed--
The
quilt that keeps her loved ones warm--
Is
woven of her love and dreams and thread.
When
I have spoken to you of its beauty,
"A
mere hodge-podge of calico," you said,
"A
necessity of homely fashioning,
Just
a covering made of cloth and thread.
I
knew you'd missed the message hidden there
By
hands that fashioned quilts so long ago.
Ambition
and assurance are the patches
And
the stitches of a quilt are love, I know.
I
think a quilt is something very real--
A
message of creation wrought in flame;
With
grief and laughter sewn into its patches
I
see beyond the shadows, dream and aim.
Carrie
A. Hall
Untitled
My
neighbor is washing her windows,
And
scrubbing and mopping her floors,
But
my house is all topsy and turvy,
And
dust is behind all the doors.
My
neighbor, she keeps her house spotless,
And
she goes all day on a trot:
But
no one would know in a fortnight
If
she swept today or not.
The
task I am at is enticing--
My
neighbor is worn to a rag--
I
am making a quilt out of pieces
I
saved in a pretty chintz bag.
And
the quilt, I know my descendents
Will
exhibit with credit to me--
"So
lovely--my grandmother made it
Long
ago in 1933."
But
will her grandchildren remember
Her
struggles with dirt and decay?
They
will not--they will wish she had made them
The
quilt I am making today.
Cynicky
Phin
(From
"Carrie Hall Blocks" by Bettina Havig)
SADIE 2000-2006