stealing this from another writer whose work resonates. she can be found on the blog www.rootsofshe.com
Like the sky holds the storm
by Rachael Maddox.
there is a woman in a room full of poetry waiting to grace you with
healing hands
she knows without ever knowing you, how much your tired heart needs
her loving touch
she will tell you as you stumble to lock up your heavy bike–
as you stand beneath the crying sky, for yet another day–
that you have arrived to the right place
and she is so glad you came
her smile will hold your sadness
like the sky holds the storm,
her creased eyes will see straight into your soul
and you will say nothing
but she will hear it all
as you rest there together beneath your crying eyes
she won’t be the first person to fetch you water
but she will be the first to fill your cup with healing–
to hold it all, like the sky holds the sunset and the storm
sometimes all in one day–
and she will ask, like the miracle of sabbath,
if you can stay and rest a while
to let her sing sunsets onto your storms
and you will smile through knowing tears
and you will sigh tornadoes of hope
and you will fall like waves in the gulf
and you will surrender to your tired, trying body
and you will laugh, i mean really laugh, at your attempt to defy nature
and you will say yes as sure as the dew kisses grass at dawn
not because you’re well-versed in yeses
but because no storm lasts forever
and even sunrises need someplace to rest.
[this "she" is how i experience God. being with us as we rest, reminding us how happy God is that we've come, that we've brought ourselves to God. may you experience hope, and falling, and surrender, and most of all, healing. this is my hope for you. love, b.]
