Monday, May 2, 2005

Window in Pisa, Italy

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As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,
I took my broken dreams to God
because He was my friend.

But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can You be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "what could I do?
"You never did let go."
Teresa A. Connolly 1990

1 comment:

Christine said...

So true. I'm forever planting flowers, then pulling them up to check on the roots.