Na Karunungan Ng Diyos - Lihim

The old weaver smiled and continued pulling his shuttle. “My son, my eyes are weak. I cannot climb to see the top with every stitch. But I hold the King’s pattern in my heart. He has seen the top side. I simply trust and weave from below.”

Visitors would come to his workshop and see nothing but a chaotic mess: tangled threads hanging down, loose knots, and wild, disconnected colors. Red would suddenly cut off, to be followed by a patch of black. Gold thread would disappear under a tangle of grey. lihim na karunungan ng diyos

“Master Eliazar,” a young apprentice once asked, “why do you never look at the top side? Your work looks like a mistake from down here.” The old weaver smiled and continued pulling his shuttle

The crowd gasped.

From above, the tangled underside transformed into a stunning image: a royal garden with a river of gold, a tree of life bearing fruit, and a phoenix rising from ashes. What looked like random black threads from below was, from above, the deep outline of the phoenix’s wing. The grey knots became the roots of the tree. The jagged red cuts were the flames from which the bird arose. But I hold the King’s pattern in my heart

When the King saw the tangled mess of threads, he did not laugh. Instead, he gently took the loom and lifted it high above their heads, turning it toward the sunlight.

Then the King turned to Eliazar. “You never saw the top side, but you trusted. And because you trusted, you have woven the most beautiful thing in my entire kingdom.”