the words don’t always come
for the story needing told
So feelings hang in mid-air
and I flail for something, anything
~ march, 2016
That was back in March after sudden loss and bad news. Both still ache, but it’s spring now and spring changes everything. Spring forces the fact that life is stronger than death, that something good rises from every heartache.
Joy is no more speakable than grief nor any less substantial. Joy suspends what grief would otherwise submerge. The falling and rising of baptism, I suppose. That which dies but does not stay dead. Cannot stay dead in light of spring wherein all things are born again and again and again, however much we imagine we shall never heal.
I pray this beautiful, beautiful day find you full of joy, spilling kindness all about.
~ peace & prayers,