John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

“Woe to him who contends with his Maker;
a potsherd among potsherds on the earth!
Dare the clay say to its modeler,
‘What are you doing?'”
(Isaiah 45:9)

Endless troubles
swirl the mind,
the body bends,
aches forward
straining to hope.
This beauty calls,
creation here —
pains of birth
promise newness
if ears can hear.

Trust caresses
but costs dearly,
calls for space —
more emptiness —
and feared darkness,
gathering questions.
Just agreement to be.
These rubs rub the right
way if we but stay
and embrace the fear.