A Tapestry of Love
    Footnotes

    “A Tapestry of Love,” Ensign, Mar. 1985, 63

    A Tapestry of Love

    Eliza R. Snow Poetry Contest Third Place Winner

    At first, we wove such tiny threads of hope

    Pale and fragile fibers picked in haste

    Flimsy on the loom, our work hung loose

    Full of holes, like faded antique lace

    We each had brought a pattern to create

    And only shared its secrets bit by bit

    Then painfully unraveled what was done

    And rearranged the pieces so they fit

    We chose some bolder colors, faith and work

    And watched a new design begin to form

    Something better than we’d either had in mind

    A pattern bright and cheerful, sweet and warm

    We dared claim every lovely hue our own

    But soon saw need of dark as well as light

    To make our art stand out in bold relief

    Experience whispered even black looked right

    We found a better rhythm, worked as one

    Choosing basic threads both good and strong

    Allowing each a preference here and there

    Ignoring when the other’s choice went wrong

    But now, we weave in beauty as a team

    Forming cloth so tight it cannot tear

    Mastering the art, the loom, ourselves

    Designing durable fabric that will wear

    A tapestry of love we now have made

    The warp and woof and weave our common goal

    With faith and work and love our homespun joys

    We wove ourselves together flesh and soul