two years - a collection
This last Sunday of May, two years ago, we were putting on a funeral that we never would have imagined just a few days earlier.
Every day, every moment is a journey. Even before May 23rd, 2017, every moment was a journey. The past two years have been a steeper, more treacherous climb than any other part of my journey so far, but I have climbed. Every day is a step forward, no matter how hard that step was. And there have been seasons of smoother paths, beautiful scenery, and deep breaths of gratitude. It's a journey I can't predict, but I choose to believe that the Shepherd is leading me to the destination of shalom.
Today I'm just sharing a small collection of some pieces I've written in the season of grieving.
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Oh the world is full of grief,
Sometimes I only see it so.
At every bend another ache,
Another heart that’s beaten low.
Oh are we all just wandering tales
Of moments we cannot forget?
Is joy a fragile hope between
Our weeping eyes and pillow wet?
inward courage
Suddenly I realize
On every voyage
In every storm
I’ve jumped ship
Into the lifeboats
Before I even tried
To steer my boat
Suddenly I realize
At every twilight
Inside my dark cave
I’ve run to the cave mouth
And called out
Before I even sat
Alone with me
But maybe
If I’m willing
To sail alone
I’ll discover
My ship
Is my home
And maybe
If I’m brave enough
To sit in the dark
I’ll find
In the cave
My heart
gone?
You are everywhere.
I can see your every move.
I know you would be the life of this Christmas party
That feels so dead.
I know where you would sit,
In that empty chair next to mom,
With your arm around her.
You were just there.
These memories aren’t old.
Yet.
Everywhere I look,
Flashbacks to you.
Tradition upon tradition,
Uprooted.
But this year,
No one said anything.
Oh you were so real, so real.
How can you be gone?
How?
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yes you wipe away my tears
but can you wipe away my fears
can you wipe away the years
of trying so hard
yes you speak softly to me
but can you help my unbelief
can you rewrite the lies beneath
my heavy heart
yes you tell me all that's true
but can you make me feel it too
can you actually renew
what’s torn apart
yes you have me gently wait
but can you give me just more faith
can you help anticipate
what seems so far
Every day, every moment is a journey. Even before May 23rd, 2017, every moment was a journey. The past two years have been a steeper, more treacherous climb than any other part of my journey so far, but I have climbed. Every day is a step forward, no matter how hard that step was. And there have been seasons of smoother paths, beautiful scenery, and deep breaths of gratitude. It's a journey I can't predict, but I choose to believe that the Shepherd is leading me to the destination of shalom. Today I'm just sharing a small collection of some pieces I've written in the season of grieving.
untitled
Oh the world is full of grief,
Sometimes I only see it so.
At every bend another ache,
Another heart that’s beaten low.
Oh are we all just wandering tales
Of moments we cannot forget?
Is joy a fragile hope between
Our weeping eyes and pillow wet?
inward courage
Suddenly I realize
On every voyage
In every storm
I’ve jumped ship
Into the lifeboats
Before I even tried
To steer my boat
Suddenly I realize
At every twilight
Inside my dark cave
I’ve run to the cave mouth
And called out
Before I even sat
Alone with me
But maybe
If I’m willing
To sail alone
I’ll discover
My ship
Is my home
And maybe
If I’m brave enough
To sit in the dark
I’ll find
In the cave
My heart
gone?
You are everywhere.
I can see your every move.
I know you would be the life of this Christmas party
That feels so dead.
I know where you would sit,
In that empty chair next to mom,
With your arm around her.
You were just there.
These memories aren’t old.
Yet.
Everywhere I look,
Flashbacks to you.
Tradition upon tradition,
Uprooted.
But this year,
No one said anything.
Oh you were so real, so real.
How can you be gone?
How?
untitled
yes you wipe away my tears
but can you wipe away my fears
can you wipe away the years
of trying so hard
yes you speak softly to me
but can you help my unbelief
can you rewrite the lies beneath
my heavy heart
yes you tell me all that's true
but can you make me feel it too
can you actually renew
what’s torn apart
yes you have me gently wait
but can you give me just more faith
can you help anticipate
what seems so far
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