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A hill or edge or precipice,
horizon out and mystery
above, beneath, within.
Departure, limen: driveway,
pier, or gate, or aisle,
a road; and a goodbye.
A parting; sorrow, mostly
masked, and wonder.
Fear of what is next.
Riven wide enough for light,
made empty space enough
for pouring in of this:
a breathing— listen— low,
a hope, a vision, passion,
story told and still unfolding,
woven in your bones and
pouring through your veins,
and every other soul.
In all those faces, rapt
or gaping, still unknowing,
God has set a flame
not yet but soon to burst,
to shine, to speak. That’s why
Christ came, and came again:
to breathe it back into us. All
the love of God is there, now,
in your hands, your wanting hands.
The space awaits. The silence
breathes. The road an arm, a hand.
Begin.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
Strange to realize
on our very worst day of life
someone else is having their very best.
Every death
is countered with birth.
Every grieving tear
with belly laughter.
On the night we see the stars fall
the sun is rising on the other side of the world.
The human spirit cannot be conquered
we rise again with each fall,
else we do not rise at all,
and come to the end,
which is another new beginning.
Tides come in
as tides go out.
With every broken heart
there is an answering new moment of love.
For every first kiss
a final slamming of the door –
figuratively or literally.
For every threshold we cross
we must cross again in a new moment.
We each have moments of glory
moments of defeat.
Worry is the paper tiger
which strips our moments of joy.
Illusions of control hide behind our eyes
always revealed to be a waste of our precious resources.
There is a time for every season.
In all we are to bring the sacrifice of praise.
It is the amazing hat-trick to the healing of our wounds
that in every single circumstance
we stand in the truth of that moment
and we give thanks,
or curse the darkness.
Our choices lead us ever onward
toward the life
we will leave behind,
life happens while we make plans,
all we have slips daily through our hands.
What will we do with your extraordinary, astonishing gift?
🖐🏼
AL
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