Was just thinking about this little poem today. I posted it a few years ago, but here it is again for your reading pleasure…
Life is big,
And I don’t get it.
And I’m kind of tired of not getting it.
That’s a little sentence, but really its big.
A bit like life.
Its got to be some sort of haiku or some kind of named form? Don’t know, but it just came out this way and I kind of like that it encapsulates the simplicity with which we have to face our inability to know and control everything. It names the fatigue that comes from trying, but recognises that that’s okay.
“Come to me all who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest” ~ Jesus