is felt like a blast or explosion, it is heavy and tiring.
Hope is both lost and renewed all at once, sorrow
wells up like dusk, quickly and without warning.
Hours feel like days, moments feel like hours,
time keeps on passing as though it is a speeding
train and we are merely the opposite track.
Standing by in stillness, waiting.
In loss we learn to remember, to stop and take
stock of what and who we have and we share love.
We share hugs, hope and our hearts. We share
memories, funny and average alike. We appreciate.
We appreciate what is normal or constant because
it is, because we can and because we should.
Psalm 18:28 “You, Lord, keep my lamp burning; my
God turns my darkness into light.”
Psalm 34:18 “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Matthew 11:28 “Come to me, all you who are weary
and burdened, and I will give you rest.”