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The Weaver’s Thread
Dejected, a spool of thread complained to the weaver, “Why do you bother with me anyway?”
“Because you are mine and I love you more than you can ever comprehend,” came the weaver’s reassuring reply.
Perplexed, the thread mumbled, “But I’m useless and unattractive; why do you care about me? And, what could you do with pitiful ‘ole me anyway?”
Leaning closer to the thread, the weaver whispered gently, “I know you don’t understand, but I want to make a brilliant piece of tapestry out of you!”
“Me?!” mumbled the thread.
“Yes, you!” was the weaver’s quick reply.
Even more baffled, the thread continued, “Just look at me…I am drab and dull; certainly, I could never amount to much!”
Gently picking up the thread, the weaver calmly said, “Pay no mind to how you look…you see, on the art of weaving, it is I Who wrote the book. I have created beautiful masterpieces out of threads who questioned their worthiness just as as you are doing right now, if not more.”
“But I’m a failure,” the thread retorted, choking back the tears. I am tattered and worn. How can you bring out any beauty from something as miserable as me? Besides, many a folk has said that I won’t amount to much. And they’re right. Failure, hopelessness and disappointment have been my closest friends. I am lost and despairing of life itself. I actually feel unworthy as I look; No! You can’t make anything beautiful out of me. You don’t seem to get it, but nothing good could ever come out of plain ‘ole me.” [Read More]