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Dr. H (thanks so much), knowing poetry is one of my “languages”, picked a goodie for the order of the day. It’s in comments under “no news”. My favorite line, the one that made me gasp with it’s appropriateness, is:

“Now let the night be dark for all of me. ”

It’s more than just acceptance of the way things are. It’s more than complete trust that everything will work out in the end. Because, written in metaphor with birds, there lies a truth underneath that in darkness, birds sometimes die. Storms come. Twittering “safe” doesn’t make it so. And it’s OKAY to let sleep come, let darkness BE, let it wash over, no matter the end to come, beit daybreak or calamity.
It’s okay to say, “it’s dark”. Doing so is not wrong. It’s not faithlessness. It just IS.

“Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.’”

It will come and this I swear: if it sucks, I might get angry. If it’s great, I’ll feel relief. If it just goes, I will “do the next thing” and get the job done. Either way, I’ll be. My faith will be the same. It’s faith that has borne great heartbreak and sorrow, that learned the hard way one can’t pray hard or well enough to change what is going to Be. It’s a faith that is human and weak sometimes. It’s a faith I wonder is really there when I’m scolded for not being patient or content enough. It’s faith that taught me that honesty starts in the heart. If I can’t say to myself how I really think something is, chances are, I’m a pretender. Pretending is a foundation of sinking sand. Give me solid rock, give me truth, even ugly truth. From there, we can go.

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