Sacred trust
That space where we find you
Waiting
Waiting for us to let go of fears
frustrations
And impatience
Trust
A blessed gift
That
Once opened
Releases
Goodness
Chases away
All shadows
And darkness
O God
Grant us the gift
Of unshakeable trust
And faith
Like a rock
Steady and strong
Grant us now
Sacred trust
Beautiful words of wisdom from a beautiful soul
Watching the images of Notre Dame in flames yesterday gave me flashbacks to 9-11, especially when the tall spire came tumbling down. It also brought me back to Miami after Hurricane Andrew. I distinctly remember getting lost trying to find my way home because every familiar landmark had toppled over or was missing. It will take some time for Parisians to internalize the unsettling visual reality left in the wake of the fire.
Health, relational and job crises can have the same effect on us personally. The life-landscape we once were so comfortable in suddenly looks foreign and feels disorienting. Important things we took for granted are missing; a sense of extreme vulnerability can take hold.
The good news is that Miami was rebuilt, there’s a beautiful tower in NYC and a new spire will one day rise over a renovated Notre Dame. Human resiliency, adaptability, hopefulness and the capacity…
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It’s been a long hard road to travel, but after nine weeks in hospital my husband and I are finally home at last. I am so grateful for the people who shared my trials during his hospital stay. I am grateful for the daily phone calls with my siblings; For the many kind words delivered via social media. And I am grateful for new friends who supported and sympathized with me while they themselves were walking the same or a similar road.
Yes, we are home. Is he better? No, he is not, but he is no longer in a crisis situation, which, again, I am very grateful for. Our first day back at home had me awakening to the sound of the thud as he fell to his knees on our bedroom floor. No, he was not hurt, but it is an example of how he is not really ‘better’. The dizziness remains, and most likely will form daily living for as long as life lasts. This is not new; he has been living with this condition for a few years now. I had hoped the doctors could find some magic pill that would take it away. Sadly, that is not to be. It is simply one more side effect of diabetes. It places severe limitations on what he can and cannot do. I sigh, but I met so many wonderful people during hubby’s hospitalization – people who are enduring much more and much worst conditions. Yes, we had to face several disappointments. Yet, while his quality of life is much constrained, he is at least alive to tell the tales of his adventures in the health care system.
His kidneys failed while in hospital and he is now on dialysis and will likely be for the rest of his life, though doctors tell us miracles can happen and there is a possibility of his kidney function returning – it is a possibility but not a probability. Still, he is still here beside me and I am so very grateful for each moment of each and every day. And it is good to be home at last.
Words of wisdom from a truly kind and compassionate soul.
What’s one of the first things we’re told when we experience loss as young children? When something disappoints us, or our feelings get hurt, or perhaps a more serious loss occurs, such as the death of a pet or a beloved human?
“Don’t cry, honey,” or “Don’t feel bad.” The hidden message is, “Whatever you’re feeling right now is not OK.” Of course, parents and other authority figures don’t intend for that to be the message, but the harm is done nonetheless.
“If you’re going to cry, go to your room.” If someone else is sad we’re told to “give them space” or “leave them alone.” Again, the message is certain feelings are not for public consumption, and that “bad” feelings are to be experienced in isolation. So when we experience loss and respond with sadness and tears, many of us automatically seek a private place, or cover our faces…
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A mist hangs over the city
The dampness seeps deep into my bones
Lamplight in the predawn hours
Casts a golden sheen on last year’s dry leaves
Shadows creep across wet parking lots
Slowly the city awakens as street lamps go out
And the smell of coffee permeates my nostrils
The vigil of the night is over
And I stumble to my bed to rest
At long last
In the concrete jungle
Where sky scrapers block the sun
Where blue skies are but patches
In a world of grey stone
My soul thirsts and hungers
For green trees and birdsong
For running waters
That flow over rocks and stones
Here in this city
I feel small and alone
Memory brings me back
To oceans deep and wild
To the towering mountains
And emerald valleys lush and kind
Soon, I whisper
Soon I will be there
Where rivers rush to meet their mother
And waves crash on the shore
Soon, I promise myself
Envisioning sand between my toes
Where no cement unbending
Cause my soles to hurt
My soul too, hurts
But soon this will be
Just another memory
Of my travels through this life
Soon
Living in limbo
The answers yet to come
Anxiety holds sway
But for this moment only
For this I know:
Doubt may well be
Part and parcel of our humanity
Yet, hope will rise, again and again
A divine gift that buoys us up
In every storm
Weary soul, do not give up
Not yet, not now, not ever
Hope will sustain us
Let it rise
Let it fill every cell of your being
And let your worries fall away
