Lost and Precious

How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom

as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
~Lisel Mueller “In Passing”

None of us will remain as we are now.

For some, that is a source of deep regret as outer beauty fades, hair is lost or graying, skin wrinkles and strength weakens. Pulled along time’s ever-rolling stream to something new and eternal, we will become something far more precious than what our frail bodies could ever yield.

It is a special mystery with which God surrounds us: a thousand years is like an evening gone to Him. He guards us through our troubles now like irreplaceable treasures, even when we feel hopelessly lost.

We are mere buds now, waiting to open wide to a world far more glorious.

A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by thy flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering e’er ’tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

~Isaac Watts


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One thought on “Lost and Precious

  1. All Comments here are thoughtful, exquisite, intimate in so many ways.
    (Glad to ‘meet’ Lisel Mueller. Her name is new to me.)

    Thank you, dear Emily, for a beautiful start to my Sunday meditation.
    Your comment re us being ‘mere buds’ now is encouraging — at any age.
    It gives one a great feeling of HOPE and the RESOLVE — to ‘see,’ to love more deeply, to
    recognize that, ‘yes’, we are still buds – and may yet have enough ‘earth time’ to
    continue into full flowering — the potential that our Creator-God has gifted us.

    Liked by 1 person

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