is incomplete Lord.
We live with things in perpetual suspense.
Like curtains open a chink
to let in the light,
so we see yet just a partial glimpse.
We live with things unresolved,
each moment a different state
of growth or decay, increase or decline.
We have a hand in creating things
that will one day dissolve
in the hands that made them.
We have dreams and longings that
are still seeds to be planted,
in a ground yet to be prepared.
We are limited in our vision and perspective
and resistant to the things
which must of necessity conclude.
And we are so impatient
at things to start, or heal or mend,
for things to reach fruition.
For prayers to be answered.
in the way we understand or expect
as though God were at our bidding,
and subject to the demands
of our wills and hearts.
But praise God He is not limited to our vision.
For where we see a chink of light
he sees the whole vista,
and where we hold a seed, he sees a tree at its full height.
Yes, if he can wait, then so can we.
And we can remember in letting go,
that one season leads on to the next.
And our palms can only hold so much,
The rest decomposes to become mulch and seed.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Image: Steinar Engeland, courtesy of Unsplash
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us…”
“Don’t put a full-stop where God has put a comma.”