God … Counts every tree, Makes every leaf.
Lent is a chance to sort ourselves out – a little at least. But as the first verse of Radclyffe Hall’s poem asks, ‘What can we do?’ I can remember understanding, from an early age, that there was a competitive edge to Lent: who could perform the most penances, collect the most pennies for the missions …WRONG! the second verse reminds us to seek God in it all. Let’s not lose sight of that quest this Lent.
We who are madeBrave yet afraid,Happy yet sad,Good and yet bad,Sane and yet mad,What can we do?Turmoil and strife,Passion and life,Love and desire,Can these inspireSpiritual fire?How can we live?Stumbling feet,Tasks incomplete,Longings that killEven the will,Left to fulfil,How can we die?
Little have weBond and yet free,Strong and yet weak,Proud and yet meek,Save but to seekGod in it all.God with His handsHolds all the lands;Rules every sea,Sets the winds free,Counts every tree,Makes every leaf.
Then shall we fear?He placed us here.If God commandsGod understands,Ponders, and plans;Knowing it all.