Sometimes I wonder
whether God occasionally stretches time.

Today I had a decision to make.
I could help a friend
or I could get to the last session
of the Clonard Novena.
It was impossible to do both.
I decided to help my friend.

We worked hard together
to complete our task
and we finished it
in a surprisingly short time.
I looked at my watch
and realised, to my delight,
that I could get to the Novena after all,
and would probably arrive
just a wee bit late.

I put on my coat
and rushed across town,
explaining to God on the way
that I was leaving my late arrival
in His hands.

To my amazement
I arrived at Clonard just as the priest
greeted the congregation.
I had arrived on time after all!

Sitting in Clonard,
I thought back
over how much work
I had managed to do
and how far
I had managed to walk
in such a short space of time.
How had I managed to achieve
what had appeared to be
the impossible?

I’m aware
that My God gave me
a helping hand
and I find myself wondering
whether God occasionally stretches time?

© Claire Murray, 26th June 2014