Love holds all the things we cannot bear until we are ready to carry them ourselves and when we do the love that has borne them for us becomes part of our lives.
When I share my doubts and misgivings with you it’s not because I want you to teach me, fix me or quote me some wisdom you’ve read, it’s because my doubts and misgivings are His territory, the space in which He moves and when I share my doubts with you and you share yours with me
We all knew it had to happen, we’d been looking over our shoulders waiting for it to catch up with us for a long time and even though nobody knew exactly what it would be we all knew it wouldn’t be long.
We were out of control and we knew it, we knew it would take something big to stop us, we’d tried profit and that just made some rich and others poor, we tried warfare which just hurt people and killed children and you can’t hurt people without hurting yourself so that didn’t work, it was like poisoning our own hands.
Now it’s on us, maybe it will take man-made medicines to cure man-made diseases but they won’t touch the causes, so if this isn’t to turn into just another quick fix we’ll need to start treating each other with more than just vaccines.
Somewhere in the distance I hear the howl of a motorcycle weaving through the city streets and immediately I am transported to the moors, listening to the wind howling through the heather.
Will you dance for me? Will you rise up and show me your beauty so that I can see it and feel it and know it in myself?
People say that God is unfathomable but its works are not and we are it’s finest work, blessed with short memories and dull minds to save us from seeing, save us from feeling so we can bear what we have done, but the wind and the trees, they remember everything, every detail.
I live in a forest, my senses are attuned to trees but that doesn’t mean I don’t wonder at the sky or at the sunlight that pierces through the leaves, sometimes I even soar above the canopy but for now this is where I live this is what I come home to and this is what I love.
There’s always a moment when, for some reason I cannot fathom, what was impossible becomes possible, when a thousand tiny doors open, space and light flood in and all my problems dissolve into possibilities.
It happened this morning as I was plodding round the park, my feet keeping time with my pedestrian thoughts, when a tiny speck of starlight took pity on me, fell gently though the darkness into my mind, enfolded everything, released me from the labyrinth then lit the way to love’s sweet meadows.
Who can know the heart of another, the secret trials that we must bear; the love that never sees the light of day the piercing hurts and the hidden wounds, all clanking and chafing together as we walk?
Only one truly knows, one precious companion who walks beside you as well as me who knows me as intimately as He knows you who loves you as much as He loves me and when we speak from our hearts He can hear you through me and me through you.
You lifted me up like a tiny bird with a broken wing, I weighed nothing in your hands and when you leaned forward to whisper your healing words I could see the pleasure in your eyes, I could see that that I have never been anything other than you would have me be.