Paying Attention—Andrew Peterson
"Most blessings sprout not from the plans we make, but from the soil of their sad ruin."
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Paying Attention
Pay attention to the little things. Pay attention to the big things too, Because both are easy enough to miss, And are one and the same more often than not. Pay attention to the eerie silence When the air conditioner cycles off And the only sound is the creak of the house. Pay attention to the clank and rumble Of the freight train as it wobbles by. Pay attention to birds—the ones that tweet, The ones that honk, and the ones That lie dead in the road. Notice them. Notice the level of the creek before the rain And after. Remember that the water Rushing around your ankles was a cloud Not so long ago, a cloud that began Somewhere in Alaska, perhaps, and before that, A dark, frigid, and silent subterranean sea. Then notice the minnows pecking at your toes. Pay attention to the turns your life has taken To bring you to the place you now stand. Most blessings sprout not from the plans We make, but from the soil of their sad ruin. Watch their slow, unstoppable unraveling, Their disassembly, the final shudder, and Their collapse, and the dustcloud that follows. Pay attention then to the way your heart Breathes a sigh of relief when the work That was never yours anyway is lifted From your tired hands. Pay attention, When you clean up the mess, to the treasure That the wreck unearthed, and give thanks For your folly and God’s favor.
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My desire is to pay attention with more intention.
“...Pay attention then to the way your heart
Breathes a sigh of relief when the work
That was never yours anyway is lifted
From your tired hands. Pay attention,
When you clean up the mess, to the treasure
That the wreck unearthed, and give thanks
For your folly and God’s favor.”
That is my favorite part right there. Thank you, Andrew Peterson for this beautiful piece of poetry.