by Emily Boulter

He  weaves with thread
dyed colors you have
not yet seen.

Colors that fold in
and out
that frame and trace
your journey.

Do not think you can undo
His work.
Tapestries are always

While you dwell…

gazing at the backside
ribbed with knots,


You only see distortion.
The bumps make smooth.
The broken threads are tied.
When He turns the fabric of your soul,

He sees His image sewn.



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Emily is a professional writer with a B.A. in English & Writing from Regent University. She has a deep passion for helping others through her writing and non-profit initiatives. Emily lives in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and can easily be found hiking, horseback riding, or reading in one of the local coffee shops. Connect with her on Instagram.

Published by Sarah F

I'm a simple girl who loves words, God, my family and nature. It is my hope to inspire everyone, whether it's with a smile, encouraging words or just a listening ear.

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