This was part of a text from my sister last night as I poured out my latest 'woe'
in what feels like a long line of little disappointments/frustrations...
Nothing major (like the crosses so many are called to suffer)
But wow. How her kind words helped me refocus
and reminded me of a Much Bigger Picture.
This exposé of day-to-day is so much more, my dears
Than hip-hooray or plan’s ‘nay, nay’, more than laughter and tears
This life we live that gives us much to celebrate and grieve
Is far more than time’s gifted span before we take our leave
This no return where Live-and-Learn’s law never disappears
Where rise and fall of sky-high shawl numbers our days and years
Where dawn to dusk is but the husk of morrow’s brittle vine
Where Mystery and Poetry and Holy intertwine
Where what we hold is but the mold to farewell’s swinging door
Where what we do is but the flue to Something far, far More
Where we are all far more than small dots on four-seasoned sod
This exposé of day-to-day is our way back to God
So, friend, take heart, this sting and smart of love’s longing and loss
This grin and groan as skin and bone takes up its daily cross
This wrenching pain of ‘try again’, this utter need for grace
Is but the span twixt God and man before we see His face
© Janet Martin
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,
but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary,
but what is unseen is eternal.
I know I've shared this version before but I love it