Conscious of shards of pain
shooting through her body, she grew quiet,
philosophical, from endless walking,
pacing her own perimeter—
saw a bridge in his question,
of how long it might take to make it right
between them…
she paused, to consider, not the ask
but the age of the bridge, how many people
had stood in this spot before them,
asking the same questions,
feeling the same pain, or was it all personal—
a story to tell from the beginning,
and if so, how would it end? Who could relate,
speak to him and her, fill in the blanks, in this spot
they were in, right now?
There are questions we ask that can only be answered by getting alone and standing honest before the One who made us and knows us, inside and out. The rest is a journey towards that goodness, that light that offers us wholeness, and healing where we need it.
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