Keep faith, the die is yet cast,
His mercies to the end, will last.
Time and misery, a wedge driven deep,
But His love is steadfast, your soul to keep.
“Surely then you may lift up your face in innocence; you may stand firm and unafraid.
For then you shall forget your misery, like water that has ebbed away you shall regard it.
Then your life shall be brighter than the noonday; its gloom shall become like the morning”
~ Job 11:15-17
His direction could not have been simpler,
Follow my commandment, love one another.
But rather than keep to the straight and true,
Wanton detour, a disaster soon to rue.
As with the morning dew,
Glimmering in the sun,
Until the earth, a kiss,
We sink, yet rise
High, beyond the trees.
“For the whole world before you is as the least grain of the balance, and as a drop of the morning dew, that falls down upon the earth:
But you have mercy upon all, because you can do all things, and overlook the sins of men for the sake of repentance.”
~ Wisdom 11:22-23
Silhouette of leaves,
Framed against the sky.
Their darkness speak ever so clearly,
Here is His Glory,
Here is His Light.
“… that you may announce the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.”
1 Peter 2:9
How shall we weather the storm of judgement turning our way?
Surely, it must be with the deep roots of humble prayer and willing sacrifice that will prevent us from toppling over, rather than the self-glorifying acts all done in the name of charity.
How miserable it must surely be to bear scars from life’s battles without being able to rejoice in their tales of triumph.
“In the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph.”
~ Our Lady of Fatima, Apparition on 13 July 1917
Did He that deemed to make the majestic trunk and sprawling foliage, not also lay down its humble roots?