Here’s an old one. I wrote this poem in 2016. It seemed appropriate today, though. I was planning to drive down to visit my goose over this much needed break. Unfortunately, circumstances have caused a change in plans. This poem is my reminder to make plans, but hold them loosely, and to always trust that God is in control.

 

Plans

 

We make plans

And God laughs.

 

Not in a taunting way.

 

He laughs in the way

a mother laughs

when her little son says

that one day he’ll grow up and move out,

that he’ll save his allowance

and buy her a house,

that he’ll live right next door

and come home for supper.

 

It’s a laugh of joy

at the heart

behind the words

while the words themselves

are blissful ignorance

and innocence.

Hopes and dreams without substance

or foresight.

 

Plans for tomorrow

Based on what we know today.

 

He laughs, then smiles and says,

“Keep planning. Keep dreaming. Keep hoping.

But keep your arms and eyes open.

Because I’m making plans, too…”