Lord, I have to admit that my mind
Can be in a muddle
a bit like this drawer.
I keep ideas, washed and neatly put away
For they may be needed some day;
Then other ideas are dropped on top of them
And I forget all about the ones
Already stored.
I want to do better.
I do try:
I tidy things up-
Write those letters
Make phone calls,
Pay visits,
Heave a sigh of relief,
And then, when I look,
The drawer is as bad as it was before.
‘Look carefully’, you seem to say,
‘Exactly what is in this drawer?’
Clean containers, useful tools, cleaning cloths,
Things that will come in handy, one day.
‘Do you open it?’ You ask.
Yes, that is the problem
I rummage to look
and drop things in.
Oh Lord it is such a mess.
You look at me and smile
And I know suddenly
That a useful ‘drawer’ allows for emergencies,
For the unexpected need.
I am quiet and plead:
Just help me to keep my mind tidier,
So I can find the right word,
Your Word,
The right touch:
Your touch;
And smile or weep
In your name.
Amen. Hazel Parsons
Reading: James 3: 13-18
SthF 504. May the mind of Christ my Saviour
