I used to think God’s will
Was an interminable laundry day
With all of us scrubbing
At dripping and twisted white linens
Until our knuckles bled
As we squinted at the towering blue
sky
And the sun’s ferocious beams
Swallowed most of our vision,
As we wondered how to throw
Those cloths up over the
stratospheric drying line.
Used to.
Now I’m not sure what it is
But my hands bleed for reasons other
than frantic scouring,
My neck no longer aching with the
strain of divination,
And I trust that whatever it is
Will be eye-level when He wills it
there
As the cloths ripple in a light breeze
or rip in a gale
And music paints each of my days.
2 comments:
Amy, yes, how I understand the bleeding knuckles, the boggled mind, the aching heart.....and all of these things become part of the glory only He can weave into the pain. Love and prayers,
Kim
I heard a pastor say the other day,"Dont waste your pain." Oh such a simple phrase yet so profound. In our own struggling to wrap our brains around the moment we cannot possibly see how God will transform us in the midst of it all and use it for his glory to minister to others.
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