I wasn’t going to post today.
The sadness of the world seems palpable, conflicts unresolvable, tensions unbearable.
I found this recent post, which comforted me… and don’t you find that when we look back we can see the comforting hand of God in places least expected? It might be what we might have written or journaled or experienced. It might have been some verse we wrote down, a plaque on the wall, a post we saved. It might be a memory, or an encouraging word.
So here is a post repeated, applicable for today, as we continue to pray for the troubles of the world, in our communities and families. The gift of hope remains.
Some days I just want to weep.
weep with the rain
for the troubles of the world,
Don’t get me started, for my
list is as long
As it takes to get to the moon.
Weeping for the sadness
of the suffering
the lonely
the grieving
the hungry
the weary
the misunderstood.
the marginalized
the fearful
even the angry.
Who said being a citizen
of this old planet
would be easy,
and I, privileged
and full
and warm
should hardly complain.
But the tears squish out
for I can’t
fix
the troubles of this world.
I settle down.
the sun sends shafts of light
onto my foggy morning
and I contemplate
What I can do,
acknowledging.
there IS a time
for mourning.
But then, I rise
I plant seeds.
I think of
promises of spring.
I make soup.
I have a cup of tea.
How does one nourish
a broken.
angry world?
One kindness at a time,
A smile
A prayer,
A tissue
for your tears.
-Grace Wulff 2021
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