God thundereth marvellously with his voice; great things doeth he, which we cannot comprehend.
For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth; likewise to the small rain, and to the great rain of his strength.
~ Job 37:5-6
Which we cannot comprehend.
How the ramparts of our lives
fly, seemingly unrelated, falling
where they may, littering pathways
blocking walkways, that we might
pick our way through, taking
care where our feet fall, that we
Stunned, we walk forward, drinking
in the rain, crying out our own.
We are frantic in the search
looking for pieces of our lives.
Hungering for so much more
than food amidst the rubble.
And then the snow. O’er all
softening the blow, lingering
beauty to sooth, dress, heal.
Our vision clears, we hear
our name called above
our murky thoughts.
We are pulled to the sound,
No strength left but to move
into the arms of that One
who knows just where the pieces
and we are held.