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Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Sabbatical Reflections: Words on a Page #22 Depth of Sadness


Depth of Sadness

Down in the bedrock, 
far below the surface.
Streams of groundwater run and churn.

Filling the pores,
seeps into the cracks of my soul, 
The sadness flows deep and wide.  

Creeping and edging through.
Pressure pushes and pulls, 
This grief.  This pain.

Mostly quiet, even unknown.
Almost always unnoticed and unseen,
Rarely will it rise.

Today it threatens a flood.
Noah's springs of the deep roar and rumble.
The agony has reached it's tipping point.

Will it finally be heard?
Spill up and over.
Pour out and destroy.

Will the aquifer reach it's limit?
Will the confined boundaries be overcome?
Eruption of furry and flood.

Will the sadness win and have it's say?
Destroying all that is wicked on the surface.
Washing, finally.  Bringing justice!

Will the façade be toppled?
The earth be cleansed.
The floodgates finally opened wide.

O! These underground streams!  
The sorrow coursing through the foundations.
Living, growing and building all these years.

I hear you.  I see you.  I honour and listen. 
I welcome your voice.  
Pour forth, rise up, and make me whole.



Written September 2020

"Let your tears flow like a river...Pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord"
 (Lamentations 2:18,19)

"It is better to enter a house of mourning than a house of feasting, since death is the end of every man, and the living should take this to heart. Sorrow is better than laughter, for a sad countenance is good for the heart. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure."  

(Ecclesiastes 7:3)



Aquifer