on two strong legs. with my mate. It might
It might have been have been otherwise.
otherwise. I ate We ate dinner together
cereal, sweet at a table with silver
milk,ripe, flawless candlesticks. It might
peach. It might have been otherwise.
have been otherwise I slept in a bed.
I took the dog uphill in a room with paintings
to the birch wood. on the walls, and
All morning I did planned another day.
the work I love. But one day, I know,
It will be otherwise.
Jane Kenyon, Otherwise
We are told to trust at every juncture of life, yet what does that mean? We try to trust ourselves and each other and our God. Sometimes we can, often we cannot. It's not too hard to do when our lives are placid, but there is a place in us that knows another, tougher form of it will be necessary when our lives are not going well. Perhaps that is the forgotten character of trust--we build upon it all the time. We strengthen it with delight, beauty and ease.We fortify it with our love of self, each other and God every day, every bit of which builds a net that will hold us on the day our lives are otherwise.
