Turning

"Thou, Oh Lord, are the lifter of my head."

Psalm 3:3

~~O~~

Today I let the volcano erupt....

The one I'd been keeping so carefully cooped up

The one active with ancient angst,
engorged with grief,

rumbling with endless rumination,

old sorrows stirring in its bowels,

percolating with the pain of the past,

wounds and regrets

my folly and failures

finally becoming too much for me to hold...

So finally I folded

and out it came

In torrents of hot tears

In a ball on my kitchen floor

Beneath the coffee pot,

also percolating away...

I let fly the lava flood

and felt the ache of endings

Days and months and years of yearning

painfully purged

Released

Let Go...

I lay there enfolded

in Invisible Arms

exposed

utterly spent

emptied....

Then came the still small voice

as the lava cooled

and turned to ash at His feet.....

"Leave that here now, my love,

At the foot of the cross,"

(who knew that the foot of the cross could look so like a linoleum floor)

"Leave the tears, the tumult, the dreams long dead

Leave the loss, Leave the longing

Leave it all in My Hands

where Ashes, by and by, breed Life

where dead bones are Breathed upon

and Live

Time to Turn, my Dear One

and Trust

that by and by

all will be Beauty."

~~O~~

“The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me...
     ...to heal the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to the captives,
And the opening of the prison to those who are bound...
       ...To comfort all who mourn,
       To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness."

-Isaiah 61:1-3 

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