The Joy Of Incompleteness

I miss this or that to be...free, happy, calm. What if the lack were important to appreciate life? I invite you to a poem : the joy of incompleteness. I invite you and... I to achieve a daily wisdom by considering thing and its opposite.

From the deepest of my heart

Transcript

The joy of incompleteness.

If all our life were no broad glare of sunlight clear and clouded,

If all our paths were smooth and fair by no soft gloom and rude,

If all life's flowers were fully blown without the sweet unfolding and happiness were rudely thrown on hands to wake for holding,

Should we not miss the twilight hours,

The gentle as and sadness?

Should we not longer for storms and showers to break the constant gladness?

If none were sick and none were sad,

What service could we render?

I think if we were always glad,

We scarily could be tender.

Did our beloved never need our pinch-pitch on ministration?

Earth should grow cold and miss,

Indeed,

Its sweetest consolation.

If sorrow never claimed our heart and every wish were granted,

Patience would die and not depart.

Life should be disenchanted.

None yet in heaven is no more light,

In heaven is no more sorrow.

Such unimagined new delight,

Fresh grace from pain will borrow as the poorer seed that underground seeks its true life above it.

Not knowing what will there be found when sunbeams kiss and love it,

So we in darkness upward grow and look and long for heaven but cannot picture it below till more of light be given.