from A Prayer for the Past

Sampo Kaikkonen

from A Prayer for the Past

All sights and sounds of day and year,

All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,

Are thine, O God, nor will I fear

To talk to thee of them.

Too great thy heart is to despise,

Whose day girds centuries about;

From things which we name small, thine eyes

See great things looking out.

Therefore the prayerful song I sing

May come to thee in ordered words:

Though lowly born, it needs not cling

In terror to its chords.

I think that nothing made is lost;

That not a moon has ever shone,

That not a cloud my eyes hath crossed

But to my soul is gone.

That all the lost years garnered lie

In this thy casket, my dim soul;

And thou wilt, once, the key apply,

And show the shining whole.

George Macdonald 

"Nothing made is lost." 

One of the most comforting lines in a poem. Just think, that dandelion, that beetle, that mouse - all creatures and creation - not one thing lost or forgotten or overlooked, everything with meaning and purpose and worth. Nothing disposable, everything essential, every bit indispensable individually and to the whole. Is it possible? Is it really possible? 

Yes.