Facing The Unknown

Life sometimes is like the glare of clouds that doesn’t seem to know whether to come or go.

That is an appropriate metaphor for the twists my life has taken in the last few days.  No one

slides through life without bruises.  There are always hurdles in life making one vulnerable,

frightened, tired, not terribly attractive.

Getting over them is how we move forward, how we grow. Someone said, “Hope is the future

lined in gold.”  Not lined in gold, but lined in faith, is my reply.  For what a future if Christ is not holding  our hand, guiding, understanding all the trauma of a life torn with pain and suffering. He is the  light which shines through the clouds.

                                           Let not fear and thunder

                                           Trouble heart and mind.

                                           Christ has torn asunder

                                           Chains binding all mankind.

                                            Navigating storms with Love

                                           Turns grief into physical motion.

                                           Forgetting self, look above

                                           Another prays for our salvation.

                                           Thus cast away all sadness

                                           Reigning here upon the earth;

                                           Let our faithful gladness

                                           Shine toward heaven’s berth.

                                                 Mary Rivers