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“my great grief cry”

None of us escape grief; we were not given an immunity shot for Grief.

Depression.  Fear.  Physical pain.  Mental suffering.  Inner darkness. Trapped and hemmed in by grief.  Isolation.  Inner darkness.

All part and parcel of our humanity.

Job who loved God did not escape this malady – nor do we.

Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in? – Job 3:23

God, in unimaginable love, has taken on our humanity and there IS light.  Even when we are enclosed in darkness, there is a way out.

Pushing Through

It’s possible I am pushing through solid rock
in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone;
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
and no space: everything is close to my face,
and everything close to my face is stone.

I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief–
so this massive darkness makes me small.
You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in: then your great transforming
will happen to me, and my great grief cry will happen to you.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Deborah Smith Douglas writes that “If we can learn to within that mystery [of grief], our own suffering can carry within it what Tolkien called ‘a joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.’ ”

absorbing darkness

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Quote of the Day

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

Denise Levertov

Take my hand, Precious Lord

a poem for today’s thoughts

Musee des Beaux Arts

by W. H. Auden

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
It’s human position; how it takes place
When someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking
dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not especially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom just run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Brueghel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

Quote of the day

 

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief. – William Faulkner