My
Quilt
As I faced my maker at the
last judgment, I knelt
before Spirit
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 was.
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 as
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 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 in prayer
and
meditation, 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 Spirit
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 the many holes,
creating an image,
the
Image of Spirit.
Then Spirit stood before
me, with warmth and love
in It's eyes. It said,
"Every time you
called to Me,
it became
Our life, Our hardships,
and Our 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."
May all our quilts be
threadbare and worn,
allowing Spirit to shine
through.
Please share this with
someone you love, care
about
or even someone who
needs Spirit in their
heart.
Plant the seed and
Spirit will do the
rest.
May Spirit bless you today
and Forever.
~
©
Margaret
Marie Marsala ~
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