Friday Poem


It Couldn’t Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

Before I sigh off here, I just want to say that I think sometimes the things that "cannot be done" aren't what we'd expect. We might think we'll never get that job, or education, or relationship that we want and we're tempted to see that as the thing that "cannot be done" but I wonder if perhaps the bigger thing that "cannot be done" is to learn to live joyfully without the thing we want.  That's not to discourage us from chasing our dreams but a reminder to live joyfully if God tells us it's not the time to have them fulfilled. . . with that in mind let's read the poem again.   

That's just my little comment on this poem that is so inspiring. :) 

Happy Friday, y'all!
~ Moriah

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