Poem 617 – Under Pressure

Sometimes it takes a drought to value water
Poverty to recognize our wealth,
Barrenness to celebrate the harvest,
The heat to appreciate the cold.

I do not pray to be afflicted,
I can’t believe that’s how you work,
But when those times come, as they will,
I pray that I will learn and grow.

Reflections from this evening’s service.
(06.07.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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