Today I hear not to fix so much as trust.
When have I ever attempted to fix a thing
that has not tried to wrest itself from grasp.
The things that are mine to touch,
they’ve already formed themselves into good
Yes, sometimes it is better to defer an opinion.
Today I heard that on the day
we’re bestowed the honour of another
heart’s sharing, we’re to listen.
Tomorrow is for the fixing,
the bringing into the light and examining,
in which we might not ever play a part.
But the listening,
the receiving, the trusting,
that is our holy loving duty,
that in truth might have more part
in the healing and renewing,
in the restoring of the broken things,
than we might have ever thought.
For who has not seen another lift their head
in the face of love,
and seen the quickening of an answer in their eyes.
Yes, today I hear not to fix so much as trust.
What relief to know the way
things birth themselves.
And what a relief to trust another
as I trust myself,
and the slow momentum of growth
as a certitude.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
‘For us there is only the trying.
The rest is not our business.’
T. S Elliot