There are storms. We survive with the help of great love and growing commitment to the cause of the life within us, a life that’s often made up of the people closest to us, the ones we tend to take for granted, consider jettisoning, when the storms hit hard. It’s then (now?) we need grow strong, discover who we are to each other.
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.
It’s a gift to be asked to tell your story, and given space and time to tell it. This is rare, but easy to imagine the good it might do in the world to restore our dignity and beauty in our own and each other’s eyes.
There should be a place we call home. The foundation of our story redeemed. A place we know we are loved and longed for. Where hugs go a long way to saying all that needs to be said, the rest hardly worth talking about. This need for forgiveness, love and redemption is universal. More on this spiritual good in my latest book“Longings of the Soul, a poetic response,” available on Amazon in paperback or hardcover.