Sometimes, the grit
Soils and scratches the eyes,
Determining the way I see this world.
Daily life delivers
The warming fire
Sustaining the soul and renewing the mind,
Altering my aspirations yet again.
In whom there is no duel of duplicity,
Whose ways are not our own,
And whose understanding outstrips
Our finest minds and biggest dreams,
Thank you that while you often seem silent,
We do hear the siren song
Amid the circadian and commonplace,
The heartless and the heartbreak,
The momentous and miraculous.
Thank you for your promises,
Your call to trust as only children can.
We sense the authority of your claim
That you will put things right.
That you will extend our existence
Into an eternity
Without the damaged nature of this life.
Increase our trust, we pray.
Let our vulnerability be the place we find you,
May we see Your glory in the everyday.
kpeterson May 2, 2013
Just read a brief but meaningful blog post on a site for families of children with disabilities that ties in so well with this poem. Here’s the link if you have time: