I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, July 27, 2012
It was a day
Sometimes Lord
I think you have a really warped sense of humor
I started today
tired
a little frayed at the edges
ok
ragged
and it was day
full of death
and goodbyes
full of incredible hurt
and pain
people who wondered whether
you even exist
for if you existed
how could life be so unfair?
It was a day to think
to listen
a day for compassion
a day to look inside
and wonder
to look at my own stuff
and be humbled
at how wounded this
healer is
and yet
at the end of the day
there are the mountains
the sun
the trees waving in the breeze
the brilliance of black eyed Susan's
a mother doe
with twins
it was a day
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