“And this too is to my benefit.”?
And saw opportunity in everything?
And gladly accepted anything?
Even trials and pain and rejection and sadness and fear and loss and terror and madness and malice and want and danger, all as various bounties among life’s yield, and joyfully drank the cup to the bottom?
What if that was some one’s song that never ends?
To each and everything they say and this too is to my benefit. And thus sprinkle their own blood over every rock and tree, and in the wind and ocean, and over everything that breathes, mingling carelessly with the world. Thanking God for all of it.
What would they do differently?