29 September 2010

look up.

up

sometimes it knocks me back, the way sorrow seems to cleave my beloveds into halves or splinter you into a thousand fragments of grief, raw betrayal. and i scrabble to help you breathe in the middle of this, and i’m no good.

still: i love you.

i see you.

and i see its unfair and everything that was sturdy has slid through your fingers like dust and the axis has been yanked from the spine of the earth so that life bleeds and crashes and the view is tarred sticky with despair and the most unfair and beautiful thing of all is this: God on a cross, dying to redeem even here. even you.

12 comments:

Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

Yes.

Farmgirl Paints said...

speechless

the lady of the house said...

This was so raw but oh so beautifully written. Thank you, hon.

Hearts, The Lady

Ostriches Look Funny said...

this is truth.

emily wierenga said...

you don't know how i needed this....

((thank you))

lulu and family said...

yes. to the pain and the beauty.

Jeanneoli said...

Beautiful truth!

www.fingerprintsfromhishand.webs.com said...

This makes me think of the two families I have just learned have split. :(

JD

Kimberly said...

Even when you write about pain you are a poetess and your words are full of beauty and grace and hope.

www.fingerprintsfromhishand.we said...

This makes me think of the two families I have just learned have split. :(

JD

emily wierenga said...

you don't know how i needed this....

((thank you))

Farmgirl Paints said...

speechless