” … If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools …”
– Rudyard Kipling, “If”
This week, a precious friend confided the difficult reality that sometimes, life hurts. Right now – her pain is acute. And although no one goes through this existence completely unscathed, there are times that will shake you to the point of an internal tremble. I’ve been thinking about her all week. Praying for her. And while I hate that I cannot fix it, I want her to know … I want you all to know, that Hope is an ever-present promise, even when all else fails. I wish I could take away the trials, but for the time being, all I have to offer is a small collection of words I gathered in the midst of this trial. May they bring you back to a point of knowing this is not the end of the world’s story … or of yours.
Life isn’t always what it seems
what you thought it was,
would, or even should be
Sometimes, when the clouds come
they stay
stagnant and unforgiving
relentless and roiling
In the dark, the questions come
doubts intermingling with leftover pieces of dreams …
as though everything you thought you knew to be true
is backwards, a broken, mirrored reflection of what it once was
sharp shards revealing every tear
Even then … in the moments where Destiny feels defective
and reality is rent with defeat,
even then there is light
Fractured bits of faith remain as glittered dust among the debris
incapable of being gathered and disposed of fully
Just as embers might once again be fanned into flame
Credence is worthy of reflection
And while chaos is deafening –
Hope speaks in constant whispers beneath it all …
a steady undercurrent, present below the pain
What is anguish but an inverse reaction to love?
What is devastation if not proof that devotion was present?
So be angry dear heart,
there is room in this space to be angry.
Be sad if you must,
there is room in this space to be sad.
Ask questions, have doubts, be aware of the darkness …
because I know,
even if you don’t –
even if you can’t –
that you are made of stardust and promises …
and your heart is branded with infallible truths
This life has no claim over that which is eternal
You may be shaken but you are not shattered
You might well have fallen, only to prove
once again
you will rise