Tuesday, February 23, 2021
Katie Snipes Lancaster
Give, and it will be given to you. Luke 6:38
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig
all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, “What a stupid game to spoil
your morning with!”
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time
and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too
am playing a game.
—Rabindranath Tagore, “Playthings”
Let our sea of desire be directed only at you, O Lord. Amen.