Thursdays

Today is a Thursday – arguably the day of the week which always seems the most stressful for me. Like Arthur Dent in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – “This must be Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays”.

I dip into lots of different books from time to time looking for poems or prayers that seem to capture the moment. Today this poem/prayer by Michel Quoist in his book “Prayers of Life” seemed appropriate.

The Wire Fence

The wires are holding hands around the holes;
To avoid breaking the ring, they hold tight the neighbouring wrist,
And thus it is with holes that they make a fence.
Lord, there are lots of holes in my life.
There are some in the lives of my neighbours.
But if you wish, we shall all hold hands,
We shall hold very tight,
And together we shall make a fine roll of fence to adorn Paradise.