Pain will bear fruit.
Like Athena leaping forth
From her father's cloven skull
They spring to mind,
Fully formed from place apart.
Words as keen as the spear she bore,
Beside and before.
Quietly fit and geared for war,
Unwilling to give way.
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Given freely
Hold it lightly
Bright beauty, piercing,
in the morning
Hold it lightly
Strength in limbs and lungs,
Coursing vigor
Hold it lightly
Friend of friends, my Heart,
Who walks beside
Hold it lightly
Children, flesh of flesh,
Who liven all
Hold it lightly
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The Spirit keeps bringing this phrase to mind in all manner of situations lately. I've been thinking on the balance between fully appreciating the gifts God gives through no merit of our own and gratefully recognizing that they are gifts over which He retains ownership. Ours to use, ours to delight in, and ours to treasure, but not ours to clutch or grasp. They are gifts we hold for a time, not for all time, and to God be thanks and glory for it all.
As often as we wonder at the unfairness of things lost to us, the better question is- why did we have those good things in first place?
ReplyDeleteI'm a clutcher and grasper by nature- you write a beautiful truth.
ReplyDeleteHow do you think I spilled this post out so easily that morning?! Maybe I should form a (Not-So-Anonymous) Clutchers-and-Graspers Support Group. You and I can be co-founders, if you like. ;)