I didn't know what to do with the mess of attempted reconciliation going horribly awry. This time, I had cared too much about the relationship to indulge in my usual self-protection. I will run into the roar, I had thought, instead of hiding under my bush and withering away. I might get mauled, but then …
Tag: grief
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, ... But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. ... Twilight and …
When the Young Die
https://flic.kr/p/da62Wk We had in our yard a tree which lived through one season and then died, having no chance to spread its greenery upon the sky; (and its dying is both like and unlike the death of a child. She is an angel, they tell me, and happier now by far. Yes, oh yes, but--) …
A Pinched-off Piece Of Clay
After Job's three friends finished their rebukes, a firebrand named Elihu gave his piece. Elihu was angry at the incompetency of Job's friends, and unleashed his own tirade. These words from Elihu caught my attention: Behold, I am toward God as you are; I too was pinched off from a piece of clay. Job 33:6 …
Pondering Life
Life is fragile. I stroke the downy cheek of my newborn son, and press him close to my heart. Wonder suffuses me, for life is fragile. ... Life is brittle. I watch the black clumps of Kansas soil falling into my grandma's grave. Sadness consumes me, for life is brittle. ... Life is brief. I …
Two years ago
Two years ago, my brother-in-law Sheldon drowned. How does a person begin to describe that kind of loss? Sheldon was quirky (remember the donkey mask?), funny, energetic, good with kids, and underneath all the energy was a gentle, serving, dreaming heart. That last year, Sheldon was becoming one of Will's best friends. He was intensely loyal, …
Desolate
Excuse me if I weep ...the charm of this sweet autumn day reminds me of the charm of one I loved. This horizon, like hers, stretches fluently into a misty miraging ethereal distance. These trees, like dreams once dreamed by her, flash gilt-edged red in high triumph. This wind, like her spirit, pushes laughter past …
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