Tossed, Not Lost

Dedicated to a number of dear families who have been tossed on stormy seas of late. The scripture below the poem may be very familiar to you, but I so appreciate that it doesn’t dodge the difficult or try to placate with piety. See if it doesn’t breathe hope into your soul as you sit with it awhile.

 

Tossed, Not Lost

Winds of trouble blow,

Abrading spirit down to sinew and bones.

Brine-battered eyes blink back tears,

And you feel tossed, lost.

 

Dawn brings no abatement

In the grueling gale

That renders the rudder useless

And compass cracked, confused.

 

Grasping the mast, it’s all hands on deck,

Every fiber of soul and spirit clinging

As this faith vessel rolls from crest to crest

On waves that heave and hurl.

 

Relinquish dreams of an easy voyage,

For storms come in this journey ‘cross the sea.

Placid only in brief interludes,

The soul does pitch and roll.

 

But, wind and water

Drive us toward our destination

Where calming zephyr rules,

And waters that threatened to drown and devour

Become streams of joy, salubrious, sublime.

 

Tempests vex and shake you to your core,

Rattling loose provisions of faith and hope.

But batten down the hatches, for this ocean voyage will end

In shallow shoals of a new world,

The squalls and sea but fading memory.

 

 

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.

For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.

For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved.

Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:17-28

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2 Responses to Tossed, Not Lost

  1. gus says:

    see you thursday. thanks for hosting.

  2. barbara field says:

    So sensitive & so powerful…love to you & yours

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