MARTHA VANCISE

Writing for 21st Century Pilgrims

Ball of Twine

Ball of Twine

His life is like a ball of twine.

At first, it was well rounded, neatly compacted, controlled by his own strong will. With the passage of time, it became harder to keep the lengthening strands shaped in a well-rounded sphere.

One slight fumble and a looping line changed the shape.  Instead of stopping to straighten the dropped strand and rewinding it, he gripped the ball tighter and wound a new line over the loose strand, folding and hiding the tangle.

In a moment of lost control, he dropped the entire ball, scooped it up again, clutched it tightly to his chest, and wound clean strands across dirt and knots.

When he realized that his life was hopelessly tangled and no longer under his control, he called out, “God! Get this tangle out of my life.”

Now he cradles the spilling strands in his arms. He extends the loops of events that created the most troublesome knots and calls for God to “Take out the knots!”

When God does not respond by untangling the mess, he blames God and loses faith in God’s goodness.

He doesn’t see that the only way God can untangle the knots, is if he hands God the whole ball of twine.

Martha VanCise © 

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Name That Star

Name That Star

es anyone see me?

 

One solitary being in this crowded mass?

Does anyone notice me or even know that I exist?

Am I a product of a loving creator,

Or am I just a fragment spun from two colliding ancestors?

If I faded and died, would anyone notice my absence?

Would anyone remember that I ever existed?

Super stars surround me.

Some come and go with the seasons.

When they make their bright, brief appearances,

I hear the “ooh’s” and “aah’s” of the observers.

I wait breathlessly, hoping to hear recognition,

But each watcher’s gaze slides over me to another.

They never call my name.

 

Does anyone see ME?

 

Will anyone ever say

“Look, at that faint one,

very hard to see,

but always there,

always shining her best,

doing her part to light

that patch of darkness.”

 

It seems that no one will ever see me.

 No one will ever notice that I keep my light on high,

No one will ever know that I make this dark gap bright.

 

YOU what?

YOU see ME?

YOU even know my name?

“He determines the number of the stars and and calls them each by name.” (Psalm 147:4 NIV)

 Martha VanCise©