A world forever changing….yet some things hold steady….
Let the boat rock. The waves are gonna crash.
Markets boast bullish, then belly back bearish.
The loan comes due. The crisis isn’t averted. The promotion bypasses in entirety.
Cherries get lost in the mail and children get lost at the mall and we all get lost sometimes.
We long for belonging; choose to belong only because of longing.
We get cut off, put off, set off.
Maybe we believe Jesus is enough but the bills still need paid and questions hang around every day and grief comes calling. Give a mouse a cookie and he’s going to get hungry again tomorrow.
The diagnosis isn’t read yet. The divorce is almost final. It’s the anniversary of that certain dread date and his body has been reacting all week. The email arrives and they’ve been discombobulated ever since. She held a distraught friend’s hand and she held the angst low in her gut because she didn’t know how to reply to the anguish.
Sometimes the end of the story involves a burial and who cares if a red fern grows up between the graves?
Some days there aren’t enough Kleenex whatever shape of box they come in. Some afternoons we find ourselves collapsed on the curb, shins scraped and no earthly idea how we got there. Sometimes we find ourselves stuck in a cycle we never knew we said yes to. Some mornings the text about you, not meant for you, comes to you. Some seasons kindred spirit friends really don’t seem to exist after all.
A world forever changing….yet some things stay steady.
Politics politic on. Religions religion on. Relationships relationship on. Words are flung. Words are sung. Words are abhorred. Words are ignored. Human nature human natures on. For in the beginning jealousy cropped up, turned and struck down, turned again in querulous defense. Has anyone really found what they’re looking for?
No one gets a free pass. No shortcut to Go, Collect $200. Doesn’t matter if you hold a widow’s two pennies or a Bezos billions. The boat’s gonna rock. One pawn away from a full set settled safely into the green circle of home and a Sorry sweeps it back to start to begin again. Arrive for your expected flight home and meet an IT outage instead. Unpack the last box only to find the termination notice. Re-evaluate the fracture to find it didn’t fuse properly after all. Ever notice how fairytales find their ending at the happily-ever-after beginning?
A world forever changing….and in the changing…the unchanging.
Despite depression, joy still sparks.
In desolation, beauty soldiers on with valiant breath.
Blinding grief strikes; empathy rolls out the red carpet.
Facing another year fraught with fear, foreboding, and franticness, but fortitude friends forbearance and follows the faint footsteps of fellowship.
We dread the day, grapple to see the delight.
Robins continue singing. Shelties pounce and play. Hibiscus open wide. Tabbies purr by the fire. Children dip chopsticks in rice. Rain slicks the surface of banana leaves; gray fog slips around church steeples. Frogs croak deep in the jungle and the waterfall dumps its gallons per minute. A new grandson enters the world and a fifth grandbaby is anticipated in February. Compassion advocates change.
The sun paints the sky glorious. Fireflies glow above bean fields. Kindness builds accessibility in ramps and widened doorways and level surfaces. Chalk covers the board with lessons. A tree grows in Brooklyn. Salmon spiral from the stream. Zucchini proliferates. The aurora borealis streaks back and forth in wild wonder. Northern Long-eared bats begin their night circuit. The puddles from yesterday have evaporated. A screech owl breaks the night silence. Stars pushpin the canopy in silver.
Our earth carries out unchanging cycles in our forever-changing structures and circumstances and sings solace to our shy souls.
