When night consumes the sky, the brilliant sun is gone,
The moon reflects it’s light to comfort unto dawn.
Though joy and laughter dim, and dreadful shadows fall
God’s reflected love is with us through it all.
The sun’s not vanished from the sky, though we see it not.
It’s just not in our present gaze, its brilliance we forgot.
Earth’s spinning surface turns away, the golden light erased
On its surface we perceive the situation’s changed.
But when the moon is on the rise, we know the sun’s still there
And gazing at its haloed glow are lifted from despair.
But more than this, we can embrace the shadow of the night
Knowing that the times of dark enhance our own small light.
For as the glory of the sun, by day outshines the moon
When life grows dark our smaller lights become reflective soon.
Alone we watch last leaves of autumn fall upon this world
Fearing stark winter follows icy breath in hand.
Alone we watch the fleeting sun rise and set its measure of time
Believing one day the frost shall melt at the coming.
Alone we ponder and learn of wonders withheld，
And yet, at small space, from our present eyes
Alone we partake as one that peeps through a slit at a waiting world of wonder
One that is warmed with thoughts and emotions as yet unformulated.
For light streams through in colored glory from worlds beyond if we still ourselves to listen
Soft words of comfort echo through chasms formed by love long ago
Yet still they calm our senses , refresh our vision, as a fresh wind from the mountain.
Stop, look up, and we will see fresh vision here with God with we…
(While troubled and pained by recent attacks in London and in Syria I came across this old poem and found comfort.)
I still remember when visiting friends in Sicily, after a long stay helping in a critical situation in Greece concerning Kurdish refugees. Our host remarked how thankful and appreciative my kids were compared to hers. How did I do it? she asked.
I replied, when you don’t eat meat for months, have to bathe in a bowl of hot water, wake to freezing cold and fight constant mold on the walls and ceilings in winter and intense heat in summer, your home seems like paradise on earth by comparison!
Needless to say our conditions were much better than those of the refugees we were trying to help (we at least had a house!)
I thank God every day for my beautiful, warm apartment, pension and sweet supportive family. I am so blessed!
They ask me why I’m happy, I must I guess confess,
I have a tap within me that spouts forth when it’s pressed.
A fount of sparkling water that does not come from me,
The spirit of the highest that’s in my heart you see.
When troubles oft’ oppress me they merely squeeze the valve,
To set the water flowing that all my cares resolve.
You too can have a facet to channel in the joy,
It’s free just for the asking for every girl and boy.
The love that flows within then, can wash away the hate,
Empty out the garbage cans and flood it through the gate.
It surges through your being untill a smile comes forth
So let it run my dear ones and never turn it off!
The secret is to draw down the rain.
Life’s desserts are quiet, still places,
Often breathtakingly awesome,
Places to be alone with God,
Just you and He,
Everything depends what you focus on.
Let God take care of that.
Raise your eyes to the beauties of your situation.
Praise down the rain!