Threads
Who has known us since the beginning of time?
God has known us while we were in the womb and while we were conceived, the thread of our parents’ DNA and their two bodies as one made into an unknown cord with God
Family ties us in shared relationships. We can choose our friends, but not our family so how do we love them and support them and most importantly help them to know God as he has children but no grandchildren.
What do we love doing?
Singing, sewing, writing, working, praying, looking at creation, with friends, threads of shared experience.
Marriage: the thread of a shared love and life lived together through ups and downs, joys and sorrows.
Old age. Hanging on to old memories of once new experiences and friendships, long gone relationships and the loneliness of being alone and yet who is there with us?
Death: are we finally reeled in by God by the thread that has always held us together.
With the warp and weft of all our threads suddenly we can see the big picture.
Is it good?
© Julia Holdsworth Kingdom Arts March 2025
Pieces of me
Threads…
The shuttle of my life rattles its way back and forth…
Spelling out threads of colour – squares, pieces of me…
A bottle of sorrow tears shed. Raining down upon the stitching.
My fabric of Present life –
Pulled taut – stretching too far –
Splitting – fraying at the edges…
The shuttle of life never stops.
Sadness .. Joy.. Ashes .. beauty.. tears.. laughter.. Disappointment .. Anger .. Faith ..
The Pictures of the Pieces of me woven on the loom of life ..
Crimson, Red, Black, Purple.. threads spelling out the truth that hold my stories together.
Until the shuttles stop, and threads tied up-
Pieces of me.
© Shefali Kingdom Arts March 2025
Colour
Colour all around us.
Do we feel it see it, bear it?
Is it there for us all?
Help us to be alive to
Vibrations, feelings, tones.
A sun that fills our soul
Scents wafting through the air
Whispering, swirling winds.
Dreams and echoes through life
To move us onwards
Clasping moments of every emotion.
Transmitted into dots, swirls and lines.
Colours beyond description
Souls moved to touch and love
And be nearer to God.
© Helen McNicholl Kingdom Arts March 2023
His Hand Guides the Thread
There is a thread that weaves through our lives.
How we use it is within His gift.
Rivers of creativity flowing from a wellspring of ideas.
Evolving into a sort of creation; ever evolving through images and experiences.
Always involving God somewhere in our thinking about where to move on.
Developing faith throughout, learning from others all the while until
Stillness shapes the final scene.
© Barbara Rolison Kingdom Arts March 2025
(Not so much doing as being)
Cast on 3 stitches
——-Father
————–Son
———————Holy spirit
I am the beginning.
Running the stitches through history ‘His song’
Through creation a happy thought, brooding over the chaos.
‘I am the word’
Spoken release
Let these be…
A freedom of will, handed over to created order, to people, your choice.
‘I am the truth’
A redemptive act of being with us entering our realm, being torn to reconcile the irreconcilable.
Being broken
To identify with the broken hearted.
‘I am the way’
A liberty from failure, frustration and a fudge. Words that should shield from accusation…
‘I am the truth’
I realise I am seen and known through and through
A vision of all that has been, is, and could be;
Inspiration, revelation, restoration.
Breath of life to resuscitate, to bring strength, to identify.
Standing in such grace, I plant my feet upon the earth and dare my eyes to seek heaven.
Heavens throne,
A throne of grace,
A mercy seat;
Where judgement is infinitely compassionate and knowing.
So I dare to face myself and ask the question
‘Who shall I say sent me?’
As I wonder how to express the inexpressible, with a heart choked with gratitude.
The answer comes;
‘I am who I am, say I am sent me.’
The alpha, the omega, beginning and end and the never ending one.
© Chris Graham Kingdom Arts March 2025