Recently a person I greatly admire said this, "It has been said that the doors of history turn on small hinges and so do people's lives. The choices we make determine our destiny."
Several years ago I wrote a poem about hinges and I feel impressed to share several verses with you this morning:
"Hinges on barn doors so often sag
From years of use and ravages of weather
Tired but still reliable
Protecting the faithful animals from the elements.....
See the hinges that allow us
To open or close our lives to others --
Trusting, fearful, confident, shy --
So often dependent on our courage.....
Hinges must have straps or flanges
With screws or nails to place them
Pivoted by secret pins
Binding yet freeing the cohesive elements.
Pins lie hidden, straight and strong
Within the channels of unconditional love
Not easily broken or removed
Withstanding onslaughts of failure, fatigue and disappointment.
Some hinges squeak and move slowly
From lack of use, too tight, too unforgiving
Needing the lubrication of service and understanding
And of attentive caring.
Some hinges move in silence
Barely noticeable in frenetic passings
Strong and immoveable, oiled with forgiveness
Allowing freedom of thought and action.
On what hinge do you hang your faith?
Adequate to carry the load?
Strengthened through trials and challenges
Dependable in time of need?....."
Check out the hinges in your life. I hope you find them in good condition!
I'll be back next Monday.....
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