Thoughts To Ponder

It is the branch that bears the fruit,
That feels the knife,
To prune it for a larger growth,
A fuller life.

Though every budding twig be lopped,
And every grace
Of swaying tendril, springing leaf,
Be lost a space.

O thou whose life of joy seems reft,
Of beauty shorn;
Whose aspirations lie in dust,
All bruised and torn,

Rejoice, tho’ each desire, each dream,
Each hope of thine
Shall fall and fade; it is the hand
Of Love Divine

That holds the knife, that cuts and breaks
With tenderest touch,
That thou, whose life has borne some fruit
May’st now bear much.

–Annie Johnson Flint


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Anonymous
    Feb 21, 2009 @ 04:43:00

    How Beautiful! Thanks for the reminder to all of us.Lynn


  2. lis
    Feb 21, 2009 @ 18:24:00

    Thank you. I really needed to hear that, not only for myself, but for a couple really hard things that happened to others and were weighing painfully on my heart.


  3. trish
    Feb 22, 2009 @ 08:00:00

    an awesome thought! have been trying to chat via facebook but it hasn’t been working out so I’ll say “hey to you too! Did u have fun with those cute nieces and nephew of mine? Hope your new house is slowly becoming a home for u. I’m not sure there are enough candles on that hat…lol”


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