Pin aside the Veil

As I stare down the barrel at another vertigo attack that has been teasing me for days and is now rapidly approaching, I read this and let the tears stream.  As I stood in church talking to people, I fought to keep my balance.  As I turned the corner out of the hallway, I fought to not run into the door jam.  As I look at a busy afternoon ahead where there's things to be done, boys to care for and places to go, I fight to keep hope and not view this as pesky and unfair.    I can only hope to some day soon reach the point where I see this as nothing but beautiful.

I stood a mendicant of God before His royal throne

And begged him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own.

I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart

I cried, "But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart.

This is a strange, a hurtful gift, which Thou hast given me."

He said, "My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee."

I took it home and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore,

As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more.

I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace,

He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face.
Martha Snell Nicholson