Whether-bound...

 As we try to plan

the way man is prone to do

we are realizing

in these unprecedented times

how uncertain the temporal is!
We don't know whether
 things will ever be what we considered 'normal' again...

We are (hopefully) reevaluating our loves and lives

with a more sober reckoning

Jer.17: 7-10

Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,
whose trust is the Lord.
He is like a tree planted by water,
that sends out its roots by the stream,
and does not fear when heat comes,
for its leaves remain green,
and is not anxious in the year of drought,
for it does not cease to bear fruit.”

The heart is deceitful above all things,
and desperately sick;
who can understand it?
“I the Lord search the heart
and test the mind,^b
to give every man according to his ways,
according to the fruit of his deeds.”

Whether wearing wide-eyed wonder

Whether tethered to the plow

As the stead of seasons thunders

Through the ever-bearing Now

Whether the weather is glorious

Or it roars like a wild bull

We find so much waiting for us

When we live to be thankful

In love’s heart-knocks we encounter

In the hooray or oh-no

It does not change Mercy’s author

Or the grace whereby we go

Then, whether moaning or merry

Whether grin-giddy or grim

We will find it secondary

When we live to worship Him

Whether tranquil or white-knuckled

As we face the Great Unknown

Whether anxious or untroubled

Footloose or worked to the bone

In the quick of joy or sorrow

In the thick of pray and fight

We will find hope for tomorrow

When we live by faith, not sight

© Janet Martin