Breathe. Walk.
Brush your teeth.
Lament.
Our sickness is greater
than we let ourselves think,
our wound more profound.
But so is our love.
Our grief and even despair
are the work of the Spirit in us.
Let your flesh feel your rage,
your voice find your sorrow.
Let the river flow.
We are not called to end the winter
but to bear the light
that will become the spring.
The road is long.
The Suffering One walks with us,
bearing something. Come along.
The mending of the world
is threaded with simple
kindness and courage.
Attend to the small miracles.
Even as the cold descends
we can love. We can love.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
November 4, 2020