Of Unforeseens

The Unforeseen hovers between what is and what will be

Its certainty and mystery trembles; how far away?

We touch this place of present Grace and opportunity

For what will be is much too much to try to bear today

The Unforeseen is a thought-sheen of hope and fear and faith

It twists within the heart; a mist, intangible yet sure

How easily our Want transforms hungers gossamer wraith

Where free-fall of Time’s fortune cannot one moment secure

The Unforeseen soon fills ‘has-beens’ and countless yesterdays

We cannot shoulder its duress and peace and happiness

And what tomorrow holds will in God’s time unfold its ways

Today is quite enough to fill with our humanness

The Unforeseen will spill with green and gray, pitch-black and gold

It tests our understanding of goodness, faith, hope and love

Yet, when It comes it will not be too much for God to hold

For then and only then will He His utmost power prove

© Janet Martin