The loom of time
Man’s life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see.
While the wavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.
Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.
But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.
God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread , the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.
He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.
Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why
The dark threads were as needful
In the waver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.
Music and video by Bearclaw Na
Bearclaw Na is a full Native American. In 2008 he gave Baltimore City and Maryland two pieces of his beaded art work. Each piece has 74,592 beads in them. Since 1964, he has been involved with music. He started playing Native American flute four years ago and has cut one CD, which can be purchased at cdbaby.com/cd/bearclaw. He also dabbles in poetry, but admits it is slow going.
Also, the Regalia that I have on is one I made myself. There is over 97,000 beads on it.