It’s Just a Tent

muir tent sunset

It’s Just a Tent

It’s just a tent,

This dwelling we inhabit.

Ten, thirty, eighty years,

It has a beginning and an end.

 

A mere shelter

For a brief

But arduous journey,

We fight its temporal nature

And treat it like it’s so much more.

 

It will tatter

And it will tear.

It will fade

And it will fail.

After all,

It’s just a tent.

 

But oh, the places it takes us.

No slipshod lean-to, this.

An original,

Designed by The One

Who destined our days,

It gets us where we need to be.

 

We do not always like where we arrive.

Sickbeds and sadness

Seem a waste of what little time we have,

But in the depths of illness and want

We come to the end of ourselves,

Where our silly obsessions

With self and satisfaction

No longer sidetrack sufficiently,

And suffering breaks open a way

To crave and claim

Grace and all that is eternal.

 

So even as we make our way

Across the landscape of our lives,

Be it verdant alpine meadow

Or dry, hot valley low,

May we pitch our tent

In the shadow of the Most High,

And accept His generous offer

Of shelter

Under His mighty wing,

From beginning to end.

 

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1

kpeterson   June 8, 2013

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5 Responses to It’s Just a Tent

  1. gus says:

    ms rita rodarte myers from warren high school is our college and career technician. i spoke with her and told her that you may contact her with any questions or looking for advice. good luck in your new position. i hope you make a difference.

  2. Dad says:

    From one whose tent’s flaps are fraying a bit, and the poles are showing some signs of bending,
    thanks for reminding me that, though it has served me very well these almost 70 years, it is, in the end, just a tent, meant to house us temporarily on our journey to our awaiting mansion.

  3. Thank you for your good word. It is important to be reminded that these bodies of ours are temporary. I have a love-hate relationship with my tent. I hold onto it with both hands, but grumble about every flaw. I tend to forget that it is not my ultimate home. I need to learn to open my hands a little wider, to let go of my vise-grip on this life and my expectations for it. God has plans and good works for me to do while I sojourn here. But this is not the end!

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