A sudden rainstorm gave me the idea for this one. Skip right to the poem if you don’t want my commentary (not that it’s that profound lol) to spoil your engagement. It’s about perspective, and control (and/or the lack of it), and trust, and choosing joy, and the like. Though God is God and in charge/sovereign and all that–truly, the fact remains that for our actual day-to-day lives it matters VERY much how we respond, how we set our minds, how we SEE and SEEK. “According to your faith it will be done to you,” as Jesus said. What a humbling honor.
YES
The wind blows where it wishes
The rain falls as it may
Does this frustrate me
Or free me
The tide doesn’t consult me
The seasons come and they go
Does this comfort me
Or mock me
The mountains stand stony still
The sky says I’m so small
Does this awe me
Or scare me
Is the bowl flipped or open
The heavens bronze or breathing
The ground a grave or garden
Are my hands closed or open
My head dipped or free
There’s a crowd around the hinged door
Asking what my heart will see