Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Every now and then
we leave off our pious yearnings,
and even our righteous ire,
and sit down to the hard work
of being sad for the world.
It takes guts, God knows—
not anger but sorrow;
it tires prophets and psalmists alike.
The wolf that cries in the long valley,
the sea that chants its lament
over and over with sighs and tears,
the hermit on sore knees,
the angels at their posts
taking turns offering up their
aching hearts,
even Christ weeping,
they can’t do it alone.
In the end it is
the broken hearted
in whom we find
the deepest companionship.
We come away wet with grief
yet oddly strengthened
with the fibers of hope.
In grief for the world we touch its worth.
In sorrow we find each other,
and there, the substance of joy.
Weird, isn’t it, how that alone
is the healing balm we ask?
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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