I wonder what the other side will be when I have finished weaving all my thread. I do not know the pattern nor the end of this great piece of work.. Which is for me? I only know I must weave with care the colors that are given me, day–by-day, and make of them a fabric firm and true, which will be of service to my fellow man. Sometimes those colors are so dark and gray, I wonder if there will be one line or a trace of beauty in there . But all at once there comes a thread of pure gold or a rose so deep, so bright that there will always be that one bright spot to cherish or to keep.  And.. maybe, against its darker ground of hue, it would be beautiful. The warp is held in place  by  The Master’s hand. The Masters mind made the  design  for me .If  I but weave the shuttle to and fro  and blend just the best I know. Perhaps when it is finished he shall say, ‘Tis fine!" And lay it upon the foot-stool for his feet.           

“Offspring is Joy, in the wisdom's and passion’s purest sense of the word!” -Charles W. Heintzelman