The poet Robert Bly hints at the illusory nature of mortal life when he writes:
For we are like the branch bent in the
Taken out, it is whole, it was always
whole.... From "The Night Journey in the Cooking Pot," Sleepers Joining Hands (New York: Harper & Row, 1973), p. 61 .
At times, we may find ourselves feeling very much like that "branch bent"! We might try to straighten what's "bent," or mend what's broken. But the way things appear can be just as illusory as the branch that appears to bend at the water's surface. And we can pray to see that God's creation is forever intact and perfect.