Monday, November 5, 2012

love and loss

               I have freinds who have recently lost spouses. Each is experiencing their grief in different ways and they are at different stages. I pray for them daily.  I talk to them regularly, but grief is a lonely path.  Everything I offer is inadequate.  The path of greif is very dark until a light of hope appears for a reshaped future.  And it is largely a futrue they must conceive with God alone.

DREAMS UNDER CONSTRUCTION
 
Amid the rubble of shattered dreams
perhaps there lies buried a tiny, surviving seed of hope.
Disaster clean-up is slow--
excavating layers of raw devastation.
Danger--hard hat area!
Tears mingle with sweat;
the effort intense
to shovel out the heavy debris.
The search is for salvagable fragments
 to incorporate into new construction. 
Grief concedes that new dreams are frightening,
holding elements of dread and betrayal.
Hope can be treacherous.
Reconstruction must begin on level ground.
No way to hasten the process.
Dreams under construction--
What architects will draw the plans
that give shape to the future?
These dreams must weather storms!
These dreams must have footings
buried deep in a sturdy heart.
They must be framed with steel,
but clad in gossimer beauty.
These dreams must fully occupy today
while reaching into eternity.
 
 


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