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.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
souls weep
The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could
see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind
happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to
comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that
survived.
Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
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Sometimes our souls weep
We cannot help it
A young woman is crushed by a car
Driven by hate
A man is driven by hate
And he too is crushed by the weight and consequences of that
hate
Each day starts with the sun rising
Beautiful
Powerful
And my souls says this day will not be like other days
But each day my heart descends from my chest into my
stomach.
It soon seems as if nothing is right
All is falsehood, and greed, and hate
And I can no longer take another justification, another
rationalization
I just can’t
And I say to myself
It will be OK
And I say to myself, maybe the Sacred has this
But I am stunned by the magnitude of my grief, I am alone in
this pain
And I carry it
In my heart
And it tears and rends, and scars my soul
As if I had not done enough
On my own
To wound myself
And those scars
Those scars, disfigure my heart
My soul
Until my soul contains more scar tissue than life
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