On this season celebrating intimacy and togetherness (even God’s immanence and intimacy with us, within the beginning, particular person and love of Jesus) in such a season our expertise of loss and separation grows ever keener and deeper…
Generally it is tough, practically not possible, to seek out the phrases that deliver our emotions to speech – so it is a grace, a present, a blessing when another person finds the vocabulary to articulate what we all know so effectively in our souls however discover so exhausting to talk…
Adrift
All the things is gorgeous and I’m so unhappy.
That is how the guts makes a duet of
marvel and grief. The sunshine spraying
via the lace of the fern is as delicate
because the fibers of reminiscence forming their internet
across the knot in my throat. The breeze
makes the birds transfer from department to department
as this ache makes me search for these I’ve misplaced
within the subsequent room, within the subsequent track, within the giggle
of the following stranger. Within the very middle, below
all of it, what we now have that nobody can take
away and all that we’ve misplaced face one another.
It’s there that I’m adrift, feeling punctured
by a holiness that exists inside every part.
I’m so unhappy and every part is gorgeous.
