As I have been all hot and bothered over the struggles in our denomination and in our country, I give thanks to folks who help put things in perspective. This is a poem First Presby, Sandy sent me. I share it with you...
Poem: "Trust" by Thomas R. Smith, from Waking before Dawn. © Red Dragonfly Press
It's like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes.
So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.
The package left with the disreputable-looking
clerk, the check gulped by the night deposit,
the envelope passed by dozens of strangers—
all show up at their intended destinations.
The theft that could have happened doesn't.
Wind finally gets where it was going
through the snowy trees, and the river, even
when frozen, arrives at the right place.
And sometimes you sense how faithfully your life
is delivered, even though you can't read the address
'May the coming snows of winter
ReplyDeletedrift into lovely waves
and help fill next spring's rivers with the waters that we crave.'
Twain - in-SPIRED by
"A Poem About Trust"
:-)