For me this is the loveliest poem…
A sonnet by Christina Rossetti
If I could trust mine own self with your fate,
Shall I not rather trust it in Gods hand?
Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand,
Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date;
Who numbereth the innumerable sand,
Who weighs the wind and water with a weight,
To Whom the world is neither small nor great,
Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we planned.
Searching my heart for all that touches you,
I find there only love and loves good will
Helpless to help and impotent to do.
Of understanding dull, of sight most dim;
And therefore I commend you back to Him
Whose love your love’s capacity can fill.
NOW A LITTLE MIND EXERCISE
Think of all the blessings you have received…
Start with your own birth
Do not hurry through the list
You will di