Making poems from hate mail

EVERY GOOD AND PERFECT GIFT

 

The problem is that I

cannot distinguish a good gift from a bad one.

 

Fever seemed bad, until it saved my life.

Half-deafness seemed bad, until it taught me to listen.

Her cancer seemed bad, until it yielded poems.

The fights—oh, the fights!—seemed awful, until you and I,

We held hands that July afternoon.

 

When a manila envelope appeared in my mailbox

with no name from someone full of hate

I shrugged and threw it away.

Perfect.

Comments

  1. Perhaps we need to accept everything as a good gift even if it seems bad and we have to claw through the wrapping. (Pondering those last lines.) Love to you.

  2. thank you for sharing this poem. it ministered to me, and it seemed to remind me that there was great art produced from the context of the death camps — good art from cauldron human hate. anyway, we cannot please everyone, nor should we try. (luke 6:26)

  3. is blessing
    being content
    in all
    with Him
    humility
    Love?
    are we
    blessed
    when
    people
    hate?
    opportunity
    to
    share
    Him
    to
    give
    true
    Love…
    is that
    blessing?
    i think
    it can be.
    So…
    when
    we ask for God’s blessing
    what
    are we really asking for?

  4. lschontos says:

    I always think of Ma Ingalls saying “There is no great loss without some small gain.” I think if is what we do with what we’ve been given that makes the difference. Really like this Megan.

  5. Holding hands after the fights–you know, I don’t get poetry, but that sure seems like it right there. Powerful stuff.

    Hate mail? Seriously? Clearly they’ve never met you.

  6. Although I love the poem, I simply cannot imagine anyone sending you hate mail

  7. And all you can do is throw it away with a blessing for the one who cannot see the loveliness of you.

    Hugs and blessings Megan — your beauty shimmers in your words

  8. Great idea to respond with poetry. (Poetry is so multi-purpose, isn’t it?)
    Send me your snail mail address, and I’ll send you a manila envelope full of something else. 🙂

  9. you want me to come open a can o’ manilla Whoop?

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