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The significant other and I support a community program for poor children in the Mekong Delta. Sometimes it feels like we’re spooning up the East Ocean – we have hope, but still it feels impossible. This poem was written at a particularly hopeless moment.
Has this ever happened to you? What kept you going? Do share. Leave a comment.
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The first mysterious thing about life is that it goes on even in the face of the greatest catastrophes
The second mysterious thing about life is that the most tragic catastrophes happen right in front of our faces
And we don’t notice
Nor it seems, does God …
What baffles me is where God can be found
In these mysteries.
When the atom bombs fall
When the twin towers collapse
When the young girl is penetrated (raped rather) and they vacuum her baby out
When the old lady’s belly swells (not a baby) and they can’t take it out
So she goes home with twelve weeks
At most thirty six
Where is God then I wonder.
It is a mystery
I can ask these questions yet still believe
See his hand as ever caring
And know amidst my unknowing
He has a plan, a purpose, an ordering
It is a mystery
It is grace
