In the face of recent things,
I cannot help but bring to mind
how many times we struggle,
working so hard to do so much
and make matters such as we would have them;
each effort a heaving of sorts,
striving and straining to lift
what seem to be the lightest loads–
as if even molecules fight against us.

Then, perhaps at the moment just before surrender,
even the heavy timbers seem to lift themselves,
the things that we could not move
slip right into place:
someone unexpected, uninvited
shows up to do one key thing
and all around put themselves
into some slight but perfect position,
even the small things fitting together.

A house is built,
a business is born,
a church moves forward,
a family heals,
a community re-builds.

Either we marvel at the workings of the universe,
are amazed at the wonder of coincidence,
or else give thanks
to the God Who Moves
in mysterious ways.

H. Arnett
8/5/14