The other day, I had a conversation with a friend. She is in a season of waiting; waiting for God to unfold the path in front of her. She is not struggling in the waiting but has made peace with it. This poem speaks to where she is in her journey.
Slowly,
she celebrated the sacrament of letting go
first she surrendered her green
then the orange, yellow and red
finally she let of her brown
shedding her last leaf
she stood empty and silent, stripped bare.
leaning against the winter sky
she began her vigil of trust.
Shedding her last leaf
she watched its journey to the ground.
she stood in silence
wearing the color of the emptiness,
her branches wondering:
how do you give shade with so much gone?
And then,
the sacrament of waiting began.
The sunrise and sunset watched with tenderness.
clothing her with silhouettes
they kept her hope alive.
They helped her understand that
her vulnerability
her dependence and need
her emptiness
her readiness to receive
were giving her a new kind of beauty.
Every morning and every evening
they stood in silence
and celebrated together
the sacrament of waiting!
Macrina Wiederkehr
Grace and peace,
Deb
3 comments:
well, i can certaintly relate to that. it's always hard to sit and wait but God always makes the waiting worth while. We may not get our end result but we always get the best result.
Thanks Deb for such inspiring words. You always seem to touch on my life. shelley
Hi Deb
What a beautiful way to describe the waiting and how even in the waiting there is beauty just different. The beauty changed from shade to a silouette however neither one was done on its own. We all need each other even during the waiting.
love lisa
Ladies,
Thank you so much for your beautiful comments. 'Waiting' is certainly part of the journey but I think we can either embrace it or struggle against it. I think God has rich insights for us within the sacrament of waiting.
Deb
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