To We Caught in the Tempo/Tempest (of Unknowns)

 

We Ontario-ans are caught in the tempo of a tempest this morning!

oops! I better fill the feeders...

Done!

The feeders are in an absolute Feather-FLURRY 

of finches, sparrows and juncos this morning!!

mostly gold-finches!

(they definitely prefers sunflower seeds to the deluxe mixed blend!)

What we have seen we know exists...

like the road and the vista beyond...

Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed;

 blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

John 20:29

We cannot see into the unknown 

but The One who loves us beyond measure can!

Life’s unknowns loom in highs and lows so vast and deep and wide

The love and grace that God bestows exceeds its teeming tide

Goodness and mercy follow we who are a-travelling

Toward the hill and hollow of Unknowns unraveling

This life runs rife with minuets composed of circumstance

An arrangement of pirouettes and stumbles in the dance

On music sheets we call Today, notes tremble, spill and twirl

Heartbeats in a brand-new ballet, ‘Yet’s’ ensembles unfurl

Unknown's unwritten lyrics juxtapose with poems penned

How subtly the syllables of highs and lows co-wend

Where we, caught in the tempo/tempest of rhythms that rise and fall

Grasp only small mementos of the fullness of it all

Sometimes God sends a soloist when we prayed for a band

Sometimes as the Unknown untwists we do not understand 

The Maestro who is teaching us to trust His loving lead 

His mercy reaching far beyond what logic can concede

This life is a momentous merge of Knowns to Unknown knit

God knows, as highs and lows converge, the perfecting of it

Where grace and goodness mentor we learning the steps and scales

To a Masterpiece Melody of love that never fails

© Janet Martin

Romans 8:35-39

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? 

shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, 

or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; 

we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors 

through him that loved us.

For I am persuaded, that neither death,

 nor life, 

nor angels, 

nor principalities, 

nor powers, 

nor things present, 

nor things to come,

Nor height,

 nor depth, 

nor any other creature, 

shall be able to separate us from the love of God, 

which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.