A Thought for the Day

It always comforts me that God knows us through and though, and knows all we have suffered, endured and also that which we have never been taught. He also knows how our experiences have shaped us or caused us to be misshapen. In the end He is the perfect judge who knows our hearts inside out. In His unfathomable mercy He still and always wants to adorn us with His attributes. For my part, I want to let Him.

When the Twain Shall Meet

There is a delicacy of old
With which men speak to one another.
Though, approaching from the farthest ends,
Never meeting in the middle,
Yet, do they honor one another,
In their humanity.

They offer the gift of presence,
Gifting to the other
An open ear
That wills to hear.

To do the Good
For the sake of Good,
To forge the best of thought
For presentation at the gate
Is the beginning of our holy end.

Though all men be wrong
In varying degrees,
There is something right
In putting down one’s arms
To meet as warring friends,
In hope and trust
That they serve a higher call,
When men do speak of peace.

Who is honored by this respect,
If not the Maker of all Men,
Who alone can change
Hearts of stone to flesh,
Becoming like unto His own.

©2011 Joann Nelander