At one time or another,
or many times, in fact,
the ones who serve as pastors
cry, beset with too much evidence
of human triviality,
“Oh, get yourself a real problem!”
And then, we gaze upon the weary brow,
the face so thinned by illness that
we didn’t recognize the sufferer,
and pray, with all our heart,
Photo by Eric Anderson.
2 thoughts on “Real Problem”
So very, very true. Both longings — for a break from the annoying demands and the healing of deep losses. And I see that you had a Maren in your family.
Not just one. My mother’s name was Maren. The young lady looking at her monument has the middle name of Maren as well.