In difficult times, it is not about escaping from where we are as much as taking the time to take in all that is going on… to learn about ourselves in the waiting… This is heavily influenced by David Wagoner’s poem Lost, that a friend sent me in my recent convalescence…
Here, was once for Peter
Cowering disillusioned in an upper room
Where Mary muttered the impossible
And he ran to an empty tomb.
Here, was once for Paul
Thorns he couldn’t get rid of
Where the end of all the prayers he prayed
Was God’s grace to be enough.
Here, was once for Jesus
A bloody cross, all God forsaken
Where even the very sky grew black
As the interruption of mad love beckoned
Here… now… this… for me
I stop, take time and breathe
I gaze out at my surroundings
From my shelter of belief
Though my soul is bruised dark blue
I hear a holy call to embrace it
Gently, I hold on to my very self
Because no one is going to replace it.
In this uncertain terrain of tears
Gazing across these unfamiliar fears
I’ll wait ’til my deepest gladness reappears