February 23, 2014

an invitaion to all who suffer loss

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We're all there, unknowingly together there.  Spread out.  Feeling alone.
Our wombs bare too soon like those trees whose limbs are stripped by a harsh, early winter.

We're all there, unknowingly together there.  But the road tapers down, drawing us closer together as we search for solidarity.

We're all cupped there, His hands cup us together there.  Because suffering transcends difference.

The invitation chimes in the dark - to see a different reality.  We are not in the wallows, the crevices between pains that no one sees as they walk by in the market unaware of our wounds.

No, we are high and lifted up with You.  You see us up close and lift us up high.

You call us there, You call us together there.  To under-gird one another ...because suffering transcends difference.

The invitation chimes in the dark - to see a different reality.  We are not passed over.  Wear His favor on your head as a crown, sister friend.  We are His and the hope of life is in our wombs.

Art and life will continue to pour forth again.

{dedicated to all who have walked through miscarriage or any other kind of loss,
and to our sweet Jane Malise, born to heaven 2/17/14}

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