“The fear is suffocating, terrorizing, and I want the remedy, and it is trust. Trust is everything.”
― Ann Voskamp ―
Such a terribly sweet, sharp, messy thing.
Spangled through with silver-light threads
So easy, easy, easy
To snap with a searching hand.
So I walk on,
On, in this maze of misty strands
That pop and strain with tottery steps.
Tempted I am to
Shrink still, frozen,
Fearing with another footfall to
Break a fractaled weaving
From this shroud.
Or yet, fearing that with spinning fingers I might spout lines
Wisping, shooting into new-tangled lace not meant to be.
Shall I, oh shall I, crumple years’ weavings
Into a snarl beyond patching?
But calm, calm, blessed calm,
For the Weaver pushes His shuttle yet
To make taut the sure-silvered strand,
Send it flying, ducking here, leaping there,
O’erleaping scarlet, blue, and gold.
In all the right places, a web forms
Unbreakable, that spans out from
My trembling, time-bound hands.
And, I, still unseeing, do not see the forming mosaic, but
Fear yet that crucial bindings will be undone
By my own fingers.
No, the feeble glistening spinnings hold,
Though soft as silver breath, yet when I fall
Against them, are steel woven, thin-drawn but strong
As the immutable Hands that strung them.
Sweet, solid lines, may I not fear
To grasp you on the way,
For you, webbed art, are sure art,
And His hands are steady
In my faltering.
So will I hold tight to Divine weavings
As the taut sail lines cling to the Mast in the wind,
For in this way will I sail
And step on secure through the geometric filaments of His life-weaving
Not shrinking from a chance stumbling,
For nothing, nothing
Can unknot the threads of His tying.
“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
– John 14:27, NKJV –
Thank you, Petr Kratochvil at Public Domain Pictures for today’s photo!