One Valley and One Tear at a time

Willing the Will of God from within this Valley of Tears is an insurmountable climb to the mind darkened by forfeited light. Toiling a land that once easily unfolded fruitfully its harvest of abundance is, in this our exile, a burden heavy upon one’s brow. Facing the gale-force winds, we march off in hope of a little sunshine to soften the blow of this hedge-less terrain where can be heard in the wind-swept moments the memory and echoes of a day long past when a walk in the cool of the day was a sheaf that satisfied the weary travellers hungry heart. How pleasant was the summons to will His Will back then before we wedged a tear between His Seamless gaze and our naked innocence. Willing now the Will of God without the garments of innocence that once clothed us has become for us a struggle that cannot be hid. We appear unseemly to one another and rightfully so for we seem not to appear aright in our own sight. How is it that willing has become so toilsome? To will back the days of His unforgettable Seamless gaze has become the brow bending burden that time after time results in thistles and weeds. I cannot will back those days anymore then I can erase their memory. Yet where there is a will there is a way and this Way is the Truth and the Life who wills from atop the burden-board the strength to harvest hope amidst a valley known for its tears. We may still have to face the gale-force winds for a time but as we now march out we march not alone for we’ve found the ‘little’ bit of sunshine that softens the blow through the gift of the golden sheaf of wheat that strengthens us to will the impossible, one valley and one tear at a time. Are we naked without shame yet? No! But naked with hope. As the summons to will His Will dawns daily upon us the only tear that separates His Seamless gaze and our nakedness is the ‘Tear’ in His Son’s Burden-Bent-Body from which flows the coveted golden sheaf that strengthens our ‘I do’ to His summons to ‘live’ forever.