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.” lihim na karunungan ng diyos
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. When the King saw the tangled mess of
“Do you see?” the King said softly. “My weaver worked in darkness, but he held my pattern. What you call confusion, I call the shadow of glory. This is the lihim na karunungan — the hidden wisdom of God. From below, it seems like suffering, loose ends, and chaos. But from above, it is the masterpiece of salvation.” “You never saw the top side, but you trusted
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.”
The crowd gasped.