I planted my sorrow in trenches of light speaking my grief on darkest nights drying my tears in the setting sun gathering in fields I became undone…
I let my broken heart blow me wherever I sunk into the presence of the unmeasured… narrating my despair to all who heard I grasped at kindness I called on words…
I surrendered to my breath when my doubts grew loud, recounting my blessings remembering my vows!
I paused awhile when times were tough and started to believe that I really am enough…
“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.” ― Vincent van Gogh
I was distracted by the blossoms in bright arrays, I never saw the potholes or the world’s decay! I was taken in by nature, and she loved me back, and for a moment I was on other-worldly tracks…
Stevie made his Grim Reaper costume from an old sheet…
Halloween has never been a big celebration for us here in South Africa, but one year the kids wanted to do “trick or treating” in the neighborhood. So they dressed up in homemade costumes and ventured out. It wasn’t long before they came screaming back. Apparently, there was a suspicious man in a house at the top of the road, and instead of “treat” he wanted “trick”. They didn’t even know what that meant, but he looked funny and his house was dark inside. I think they had watched too many “haunted house” movies…
They hung their heads in surrender in a world full of doubt, never believing that there could be an end to the drought! Faithlessly they bowed down, before a silent earth, anticipating miracles, hoping for rebirth… tears poured on soft grounds they sang salvation’s song, and in the midst of suffering, they remembered that they were strong!
Some days it feels as though there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I bow in surrender, more than in worship. I’m feeling faithless in a world that seems to be loosing hope!