Monday, May 3, 2010

Dear God,

A time and season for everything. I look out among the flowers in my contemplative garden. My iris is ready to blossom. It's their due season. The azaleas are letting go of their brilliant pink blooms. It's time. The new grass is coming up but it will stop growing in the winter. Life is the same way.

I went to the hospital yesterday, a home for very sick children. A little girl just had her appendix removed; she will heal perfectly, go home and live. But other children are dying, sick with all kinds of illnesses. Is it their season too?

Nature affords me the predictability of life and death. I know when it is coming and going. What I don't know or understand is the season of life and death among children. Are we supposed to just accept the reality of children who die even before they really get to live?

All things
in life
are not fair
and just,
O God;
I do
not understand.
Yet, when
I trust
in you,
I find
my way,
my courage
and strength.
I may
not know
or fully understand
the internal workings
of human life
but my trust
in you
allows me
to pilgrim
along life's journey
believing that
in the end
all things
do come together.

Love, Andrea