We are scavengers hungry for meaning,
sorting through the broken shards of our lives.
We try to make sense of pain and sorrow,
hoping it might somehow make them easier to bear.
Yet we have this treasure in jars of clay,
to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
God silences my feeble attempts to understand,
saying, “My grace is sufficient for you.”
We are grains of sand on the seashore.
My New Year’s Resolution is to scavenge less.
I lift a shell to my ear, hoping for clarity.
It roars with indifference.
(Inspired by a poem called “Picking Up” by Richard Fisher. “We are scavengers hungry for meaning” is taken from his poem.)
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