- In the spaces -
Silence speaks slowly.
Out of many choices, you chose this one.
Why?
In the mourning, empty spaces fill
with grief seeping from a broken heart.
We feel this is the measure of a soul.
Reason tells us that some things must be too impossible even for God.
Hope argues that God can still do something even better than the impossible,
however hard that is for us to imagine.
Faith is what it takes to keep on believing that he wants to.
Where two continental plates collide
a mighty earthquake rips into adjoining
lives and wrests the contour from its bed.
A dog returns most pitiably to
a place that used to smell a different way
and pokes around the ruins of his life.
This is my daily ritual: I forgot.
But I know who remembers things like this.
I’ll just go ask…. and trip
over reality and fall onto another dart.
The very air seems to feel of sadness today,
and not a breath but breathes a sigh.
The sun stands cheerless in the sky,
and all its warmth the wind blows away.
If we think we have the knowledge of good & evil, then obviously our first task must be to understand why God calls his creation good; because until we do, what else could possibly make sense?
Nuair atá an fhírinne ro-fhíor
‘gus cuma maireachtála beagnach ro-dhaor
is cara leat ansin duine gan eagla
seasta i mbearna duit idir neamh agus talamh.
When humor comes back from the grave, it comes with a new sense of shadow. But that’s OK; humor was made to work in shadows.
My singing bird has gone,
her song is heard no more,
and every ear that loved to hear
her voice will silent be.