12/10/22

Punctured by a holiness...

 
In this season celebrating intimacy and togetherness (even God's immanence and intimacy with us, in the birth, person and love of Jesus) in such a season our experience of loss and separation grows ever keener and deeper...
 
Sometimes it's difficult, nearly impossible, to find the words that bring our feelings to speech - so it's a grace, a gift, a blessing when someone else finds the vocabulary to articulate what we know so well in our souls but find so hard to speak...
     
Adrift 

Everything is beautiful and I am so sad.
This is how the heart makes a duet of
wonder and grief. The light spraying
through the lace of the fern is as delicate
as the fibers of memory forming their web
around the knot in my throat. The breeze
makes the birds move from branch to branch
as this ache makes me look for those I’ve lost
in the next room, in the next song, in the laugh
of the next stranger. In the very center, under
it all, what we have that no one can take
away and all that we’ve lost face each other.
It is there that I’m adrift, feeling punctured
by a holiness that exists inside everything.
I am so sad and everything is beautiful.

  

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