Many times God rescues us in ways different than perhaps we would like. “My ways are not your ways . . .”
I prayed for a lifting out of distress,
A setting down on the shore
With sweet warm sand beneath my feet
And storm-slashed waves no more
Breaking upon me. A ripe fig tree
For dreaming under perhaps
And over me draped a cloud-fluffed sky
With sunlight around me wrapped.
Sweet Jesu, pray save me from all things dark
And rescue me from distress!
But You only gave me a raft to ride
With You the waves of distress.
Mother Mary Francis