Source: Spill The Beans Issue 16
Often times humanity can cry without ceasing.
Other times people can laugh uncontrollably.
And still many more times the business of life
can have the knack of sweeping us along on a sea of emotion,
sometimes troubled and sometimes still.
How can it be, Lord?
All these things that we read in the Scriptures:
the incidents of mystery and wonder?
The encounters of miracle and marvel?
Children born to virgins,
children born to pensioners,
children born in dramatic circumstance
after dramatic circumstance?
Is it factual?
Is it symbolic?
Is it metaphor for something else?
Like Sarah, I don’t always now whether to laugh or to cry.
My reactions range from keeping my mouth shut
to blurting out questions and comments
that only show my disbelief.
And then I rejoice that I don’t need to know it all.
I find joy in the un-knowing and in the not needing to know.
So I just rest in your sacred presence,
sheltered under holy, loving, caring wings.
Though life can be a tangled web,
I rest in knowing God spins and weaves the threads.
I laugh inwardly and I laugh out loud.
I giggle like a child in the face of life’s wonder,
content to be part of a great big enigma,
sometimes troubled and sometimes still.
God is God.
I am me.
Let it be.