The bloom where you are planted
plaque on my Grandma’s wall led me
here. Here, to this stage in life,
privileged to be blooming old.
We sang this song on Sunday, the verses were in Spanish, but we sang the chorus in English. (I’ve been attending a Spanish language service for several months.)
All my life You have been faithful
And all my life You have been so, so good
With every breath that I am able
Oh, I will sing of the goodness of God
(On a side note: As we sang, I realized the beauty of singing and worshiping in my native language; I’m rarely touched by the Spanish lyrics because I’m working so hard to figure out what they are saying.)
I will sing of the goodness of God.
When I ask myself, What about the devastation, the sadness, the unfairness in life? I just have to answer, I don’t know, but with every breath that I am able (and I’m not always able, I admit) I will sing of the goodness of God. I would rather do that than the alternative. Like Peter, I say, “Where else would I go?” (John 6:68)
As I spend time in nature, especially during the springtime, I am reminded of the goodness of life and the goodness of God. Even in the heartbreak and havoc of this world.
On here Spiritual Journey Thursday post, Carol shared this quote from Kohayashi Issa, “A world of grief and pain. Flowers bloom, even then.” Yes, indeed.
Peace to you all in this season, especially to Carol V., who lost her dear husband last month, and to Patricia F., whose father died this week. Carol Varsalona is hosting this month at her Beyond Literacy Link blog.