Spilled dreams. Broken hope.
Plans, crafted so thoughtfully, so carefully, now tumbled down in an echo of no, No, no, NO, no.
And it becomes a mountain far too big to climb.
Untenable. Unscalable. Unbelievable.
A nightmarish dream, wide awake.
Why, why, why, WHY?
Then, like a prick of light, or the clearest bell,
A tiniest cyclamen, blooming a shock of pink, saying,
Look up. Hang on. Breathe.
Waves cannot overtake when eyes are lifted. And even in winter, flowers bloom.
Faintly, I heard something. Boom, boom, boom.
The heart still beats. Yes, it still beats.
The sun still rises.
There is life, still.
Life, and us, and all the goodness here, and here, and here.
See? The goodness that cannot be lost.
Palms together, my love, let’s just do today.
Just today.
Oh how my husband and I have been through this in the pass year and a half. As my 45 year old husband had a stroke that left him paralyzed on his left side. We have had to file for disability for him and close down his construction business. The Why, why, why, WHY!?!? BUT I still have him and I am so grateful God choice to keep him on this earth for a little longer for me to love on. Thank you so much for sharing your heart in your writing.
Thank you for sharing your story! It reminded me that just this morning I was sharing with my husband a quote that I saw the other day that said, "Sometimes we're planning on climbing the mountain, when prayer would have moved it." I hope that it all works out for you!