Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not much more valuable than they?
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
The way flood waters rise and ebb leaving drenched aftermath
The way the wind will leave chaos in its riotous path
The way the sun will rise and set tinting the land and sea
And stealing our very breath amidst adversity
This is the way of love and life; Beauty and brokenness
A fine mingling of joy and strife and chosen happiness
Where fear will drive its victims mad but faith will set us free
Where hope will make our hunger gladder than doubt’s misery
Where what we cannot see ahead is like a tender dare
To trust in He who calms our dread and hears each humble prayer
This is the way of love and life; fine-mingled want and need
As we surrender He provides His strength to intercede
© Janet Martin