So little of life’s sweetness
can be planned. Oh, meals,
of course, and sometimes
children. But mostly, joy
loves a surprise, loves
when schedules get shuffled
and agendas unravel and
suddenly there’s a space
for bliss to slip in dressed
in calamity’s clothes.
So easy to praise what
looks like success—
but teach me to give thanks
for the mess—
whatever is burnt, broken,
wounded, fumbled, missed.
Teach me to be open in each
unscripted moment
to the bloom of gratefulness.
“a space
for bliss to slip in dressed
in calamity’s clothes.”
Loved that!
Thank you, Cait!
I love the lines that Cait loves! Oh for bliss to slip in that way! x 😊❤️
it seems as if it often happens just this way …
I think of C.S. Lewis’ title “Surprised by Joy.”
Ah, yes! There it is!