All the World Falling

There are days when all the world is falling. Down. Bit by slow bit.
And you wonder. Can there be glory in all this?
When heart seems bursting with questions, unasked. When sin devours and anger feasts. Days of dark shadowing the land. The life.
Hours when pain is too deep and the eyes are dry, gritty and there is only this gnawing. Of unmet longing. For more. For help. Now.
For something to be different this time.
Added to the rhythm of this dance was a headache, drumming, steady, sure.
That's when it arrived.
A gift unexpected. A basket, overflowing. With all the things I love: delicate teacups, delicious coffee, a book "The Peace of Your Presence". And one more item tucked into the middle: a kaleidoscope.
Eagerly I lifted it from wrappings, peering in, seeking beauty.
That's when I realized, the glory only comes when all the world falls.
Down.
It was only when the glitter, the liquid, it tumbled, spiraling downward that the insides were transformed and glory spread wide.
And I heard it sure, in that moment, "I love you, even in the falling."
And I knew, head drumming, heart bursting, that in all the world tumbling, down, there was grace to be found.
Glory still spreads wide His arms in the falling.