Scattered Grace

 

My thoughts,

My desires,

My joys,

Fly scattered about,

Like so many seeds

Seemingly intent on

Suicide.

But unvoiced words

Orchestrate

As a pattern softly

Emerges.

Randomness,

Chaos,

Both,

Reveal themselves

To be

Mere images

And shadows,

Deflecting

From our eyes

The good,

The true,

The real.

Until that destined

Moment

When our souls will

Unfasten,

When our hearts can

Embrace,

The power,

The delight,

The love,

Of your

Grace.

 

The settled happiness and security which we all desire, God withholds from us by the very nature of the world: but joy, pleasure, and merriment, He has scattered broadcast. We are never safe, but we have plenty of fun, and some ecstasy. It is not hard to see why.

The security we crave would teach us to rest our hearts in this world and oppose an obstacle to our return to God: a few moments of happy love, a landscape, a symphony, a merry meeting with out friends, a bath or a football match, have no such tendency. Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home – C.S. Lewis

 

Peace

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