The Blessings of Worry
Many times; I’ve been told not to worry;
that worry never helps anyone;
the stress, that it brings, causes only fury;
with it, nothing gets done.
In spite of it all; I still worry, too much;
perhaps, worry, itself, has a reason;
could it be, worry has the Master’s touch;
that worry is a much needed season?
Without worry; life is full steam ahead;
never questioning circumstance;
believing there is nothing we need dread;
yet, every deed has consequence.
Worry actually serves as thought’s thermostat;
it’s not merely a useless valance;
our tendencies to rage, needs a rheostat;
keeping life’s energies in balance;
Every life is much like a living machine;
which tends to run out of control;
all confront hazards; which remain unseen;
for such is the path of the soul.
Often we’re led to a reckless beckoning;
refusing to see the danger;
worry prevents that we face a reckoning;
becoming our friend; not a stranger.
Worry is a whisper; uttered by the Master;
questioning a path, we stroll;
suggesting that path may lead to disaster;
worry is love for the soul.
Monty 11/7/24. # 2,427