I ran across a poem the other day by a man named Joseph Bayly, from his book titled "Psalms of My Life". Mr. Bayly knows something about the crushing weight of grief, having lost three children himself. It really touched me, and I think it will touch you, too.
"A Psalm While Packing Books"
This cardboard box
Lord
see it says
Bursting limit
100 lbs. per square inch.
The box maker knew
how much strain
the box would take
what weight
would crush it.
You are wiser
than the box maker
Maker of my spirit
my mind
my body.
Does the box know
when pressure increases close to
the limit?
No
It knows nothing.
But I know
when my breaking point
Is near.
And so I pray
Maker of my soul
Determiner of the pressure
within
upon
me
Stop it
lest I be broken
Or else
change the pressure rating
of this fragile container
of your grace
so that I may bear more.
2 comments:
Wow, that is good.
What beautiful words. My heart goes out to that family, even this many years later.
Love you, Kelley
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