Grief is the friend
who teaches us what abides.
Emptiness is the gift
in which the struck bells ring.
Silence is the wonder
in which the next thing may unfold.
Nothingness is the air
that fills the sail.
Darkness is the mystery
where the tomb can become a womb.
Waiting is the discipline
that holds the moment open.
Mystery wraps its long arms around us,
knowing glory beyond our knowing.
This is every day’s holiness,
losses sinking in, miracles biding time,
sitting still, God holding our hand
without our knowing.
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