Showing posts with label mountains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mountains. Show all posts

Monday, July 16, 2012

The Seemingly Impossible




It would be easy to be buried
By the mountains which loom about
The mountains of dirty laundry
Of longing, of fear, of doubt
There are mountains of work and worry
Of bills needing to be paid
Of broken, waiting for repair
Or healing; there are mountains we’ve made…

But then, suddenly I remember
The words Jesus spoke tenderly
‘If we have faith, as a mustard seed
Mountains can be moved to the sea’
So I cling to that grand Invisible
I cannot touch or feel
And by it the seemingly impossible
Becomes conceivably real

© Janet Martin