Worrisome thoughts, you cannot stay!
My house is full of guests today,
Guests I purposed to invite
While lying in my bed last night;
Guests of truth, love, and trust,
All lovely things, the pure and just,
At dawn I prayed and asked them in
And since that time my house has been
So full of joy and laughter too
I've no desire to coddle you!
So worrisome thoughts, be on your way,
My house if full of guests today!
I will never forget the day I wrote this poem. My older sister, over a thousand miles away had attempted suicide. I had been corresponding with her, almost daily, as she was terribly depressed after having nursed her husband with cancer to the very end. Somehow, my lovely, wonderful sister did not "grieve" healthily. It was two years or so since her husband's death, but she was stuck somewhere in an anger mode.
I am so happy to say that was several years ago and she is fine today. She once said in a letter to me, "It's OK for you, you've found the "Jesus thing," but it doesn't work for me." In another later letter she said, "I told my psychiatrist that through all of this one good thing happened. I found my little sister again." And in still another later letter, "You know, Marie, I can honestly say I do believe God has sent you to me."
My house is full of guests today,
Guests I purposed to invite
While lying in my bed last night;
Guests of truth, love, and trust,
All lovely things, the pure and just,
At dawn I prayed and asked them in
And since that time my house has been
So full of joy and laughter too
I've no desire to coddle you!
So worrisome thoughts, be on your way,
My house if full of guests today!
I will never forget the day I wrote this poem. My older sister, over a thousand miles away had attempted suicide. I had been corresponding with her, almost daily, as she was terribly depressed after having nursed her husband with cancer to the very end. Somehow, my lovely, wonderful sister did not "grieve" healthily. It was two years or so since her husband's death, but she was stuck somewhere in an anger mode.
I am so happy to say that was several years ago and she is fine today. She once said in a letter to me, "It's OK for you, you've found the "Jesus thing," but it doesn't work for me." In another later letter she said, "I told my psychiatrist that through all of this one good thing happened. I found my little sister again." And in still another later letter, "You know, Marie, I can honestly say I do believe God has sent you to me."
