I love this poem by Helen Steiner Rice as it reflects so much of what I feel on some days.  Knowing that the “great giver of life” is holding my hand is such a comfort to me.  

We walk in a world that is strange and unknown, and in the midst of the crowd we still feel alone,

We question our purpose, our part and our place in this vast land of mystery suspended in space

We probe and explore and try hard to explain the tumult of thoughts that our minds entertain.

But all of our probings and complex explanations, of man’s inner feelings and fears and frustrations

Still leave us engulfed in the “mystery of life” with all of its struggles and suffering and strife,

Unable to fathom what tomorrow will bring- but there is one truth to which we can cling.

For while life’s a mystery we can’t understand, the “great giver of life” is holding our hand

And safe in His care there is no need for seeing, For “in Him we live and move and have our being.”

~Helen Steiner Rice

 

 

 

I cannot weave a tapestry, whose vibrant colors gleam,
But I can thread a needle, and sew a little seam.
I have no silver notes to turn into a lovely song,
But I can sit and listen to the tune and hum along.

I cannot preach a sermon, to edify the year,
But I can say a little prayer, the Lord can always hear.
I cannot climb a mountain, all wreathed in clouds of white,
But I can walk a woodland path, and feel my heart grow light.

I cannot paint a masterpiece, I cannot carve in stone,
But there is something I can do, that is my very own.
for though I do not weave or climb, nor paint, or carve, or sing,
Somehow I find a bit of God….in every living thing.
~Grace E. Easley