She tried to capture the sky
A royal riot of red and blue.
It was not hers to capture
The colors slipped too quickly
Into a subtlety of gray.
She tried to tether a song
With a thousand parts of harmony.
It was not hers to bind
The sound burst and rose
And she could only rise with it.
Heart unbound.
Soul set free.
Amen v'amein.
I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. I n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy. If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
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