147: Describing Call
Isn't it amazing how grief and joy can braid
themselves together?
Like water in tide pools at the beach,
the water keeps coming
and the sand keeps soaking it up;
my grief overflows
and still there is joy
and still I am standing.
So when you ask me why I am leaving,
why I choose this grief-braided joy,
I'll try to give a good answer,
but the words will fail me
because grief and joy,
in addition to
flooding and filling you,
also make it hard to speak.
But here it goes-
sometimes you are swimming
where the water is clear
and the stars are familiar
and home is lovely
when call picks you up
like a tidal wave
and carries you out to sea
and deep water wasn't ever your plan,
but you have to go where the tide takes you
or you'll sink,
so you go where the tide takes you
and like Jonah in the whale
you are spit up somewhere new
and beautiful
and it may just take your breath away
and it may feel like home
and that may surprise you
but all the same
your bones will ache
for the land you once knew
and from time to time you might get homesick
but the water led you here
so you build a shelter
and learn to love the stars in this sky
and when you pray,
you say the names of the ones here
and the ones far away
and the stars shine brighter
and still you are standing
and water keeps filling the
wading pools.
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