THE LOOM OF TIME
“Loom” is defined as a machine for
making cloth by twisting threads between other threads which go in a different
direction.
“Time” is defined as ---the continuous, measured progression of
existence –past, present, and future ---quantified in seconds, minutes, hours,
days, and years.
Some of the frequently used synonyms
of time are ---age, duration, span,
period, interval, occasion, moment, epoch, era, while, spell, stretch, term,
etc.
Given below is an anonymous poem
titled THE LOOM OF TIME. According to
some of its literary interpretations the poem depicts life as a “web” or
tapestry, where God controls the shutters i.e. events to create a hidden,
beautiful, pattern.
The poem says in the very beginning
that man’s life is laid in the loom of time to a pattern he does not see, while
the weavers work and the shuttles fly till the dawn of eternity.
Man’s life is his fate which has its
duration fixed by God. Its day to day events become visible only when they
occur but what will happen in future remains a secret.
The English poet Alexander Pope
(1688-1744) says in his An Essay on Man:
Epistle 1
Heav’n from all creatures hides the
book of fate,
All
but the page prescrib’d, their present state
The
threads of life’s web do not depict the same colour day after day. They are
changed by God as and when He likes. As the anonymous poet says:
He
only knows its beauty,
And
guides the shuttles which hold
The
threads so unattractive,
As
well as the threads of gold.
The full text of the poem follows:
Man’s life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see
While the weavers and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity
Some shuttles are filled with silver
threads
And some with threads of gold
While often but the darker threads
Are all that they may hold.
But the weaver watches with
Skilful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow
God surely planned the pattern
Each thread, the dark and fair
Is chosen by his masters skill
And placed in the web with care.
God only knows it’s beauty
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive
As well as the threads of gold
Not till each loom is silent
And the shuttle cease to fly
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why
The dark threads were as needful
In the weavers skilful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which he planned.
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G.R.Kanwal
7th May 2026