“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” -John 1:5(ESV)
Welcome to the third edition of Free Poem Friday! This installment is brought to you by the wife, editor-in-chief, CFO, and CTO for the Great Plains Poet. I wish you could see me grinning at all my titles! Being executives of the mega-conglomerate Great Plains Poet is one of the favorite jokes at our house. Even our son gets in on the action as he is the Senior Vice President of Silliness and Inspiration.
I’m sure you’re wondering why someone else is writing Chris’s blog today and I will explain. Chris is struggling with a lot of pain right now and could really use your prayers. In order to help him rest and get through this time, I offered to do what I could to help. I’m afraid this is probably not up to the standard you’ve come to expect but I appreciate your kind attention while I sub-in!
Our Wednesday night “Mayhem” kids are learning about creation and one of the things we talked about was if the sun wasn’t made yet, where did the light come from? The answer – Jesus! God has always been here and always will be – shining into our lives, even on the dark days. And, we are supposed to reflect that light to those around us. One of the ways we do that is by moving past ourselves and our circumstances to improve someone else’s day – compassion.
Chris wanted a more “high-brow” poem by John Donne to be used but I think this fits better with where I’m at today. We’ll do a fitting tribute to Mr. Donne another time.
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wife of the Great Plains Poet
Count That Day Lost
a poem by George Eliot
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went–
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay–
If through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost–
Then count that day as worse than lost.