Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Sometimes, sometimes...

we are just not in that place
of grace

instead we are in a place
where we do not feel

(that sucks)

or valuable
(that is bad)

or valued
(that is worse)

or even liked
(that is the very worst)

we feel alone
“slow, low, ugly, puffy, drooped, pooped”
( I borrowed that, but it fits)

and in those moments
we scream a silent scream

because to voice our pain
gets us judged
(So you are depressed again huh?  Why don’t you get help!)

or told all the reason we should not
feel the way we do
(You are fine, fine! God loves you just the way you are!)

and people try to “fix” us
(just breathe, pray, trust – insert advice here ___________  )

but when you can’t get there,
and are told you really should be there,
and you know you should be there,
but you just can’t get there…..

none of that helps

it may all be true
(and the intentions are greatly appreciated and valued)
but it doesn’t help

what helps
is to know
that you are not alone

“I hear you”
“I care”
“Wow, that must be tough”
“I’m sorry”
“I’m with you”

for with someone to be present for you
and walk with you
even in silence
through the places
of ooze and slime and old decay (thanks CS Lewis)

one eventually
finds one’s way

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