This much is true: that in our ugliest moments, in our most unloveliest, in our most desperate circumstances, Someone with a love so stubborn would not let go, who refuses to look away.
Oh, I know, the world we live in is a mess, and the violence, the ugliness of it all, the evil of it all leaves us with shattered faiths, with trembling, shaking feet, unsure if the very ground we stand on can hold us. So, we are left with our questions, with our doubt, without our condemnation. And yet, and yet…this noble, kind, ancient, magical love continues to ooze out of the very pore of the earth. It upholds the very air we breathe, the way rain feels as it makes first contact with a dry, parched land- even when hate is all we have for each other, and for Him.
Oh, I know – when we feel our world turned upside down, when we feel we have nothing left to give, and yet must continue to give, when we feel we are at a crossroads, and either way we choose would ultimately lead to dead-ends, and we despair. We doubt if He ever loved us at all – even then, especially then – His love soothes us, not into complacency, but into the knowledge, all is well.
Oh, I know – when we have felt we have been rubbed to a tiny nub, when we have been chafed until we are like a bunch of raw, exposed nerve endings, throbbing with pain, and we have come to the conclusion that life is no longer worth the living, and we can longer believe that there is Someone who loves – it is at this particular pain, in this particular wound that His love would sustain us.
Oh, I know we could never really comprehend it, nor explain it, nor even fully capture its significance, but it remains there – constant, true, and dependable. It is not a love that is sappy, or maudlin, or mawkish, but yet it is not a love that is so tough it is not sensitive to the subtle nuances of our soul, and our most fragile of dreams. It is a love that gives breath, that allows us to breathe, that frees us, but it is a love that will not let go.
Oh, I know, the world we live in is a mess, and the violence, the ugliness of it all, the evil of it all leaves us with shattered faiths, with trembling, shaking feet, unsure if the very ground we stand on can hold us. So, we are left with our questions, with our doubt, without our condemnation. And yet, and yet…this noble, kind, ancient, magical love continues to ooze out of the very pore of the earth. It upholds the very air we breathe, the way rain feels as it makes first contact with a dry, parched land- even when hate is all we have for each other, and for Him.
Oh, I know – when we feel our world turned upside down, when we feel we have nothing left to give, and yet must continue to give, when we feel we are at a crossroads, and either way we choose would ultimately lead to dead-ends, and we despair. We doubt if He ever loved us at all – even then, especially then – His love soothes us, not into complacency, but into the knowledge, all is well.
Oh, I know – when we have felt we have been rubbed to a tiny nub, when we have been chafed until we are like a bunch of raw, exposed nerve endings, throbbing with pain, and we have come to the conclusion that life is no longer worth the living, and we can longer believe that there is Someone who loves – it is at this particular pain, in this particular wound that His love would sustain us.
Oh, I know we could never really comprehend it, nor explain it, nor even fully capture its significance, but it remains there – constant, true, and dependable. It is not a love that is sappy, or maudlin, or mawkish, but yet it is not a love that is so tough it is not sensitive to the subtle nuances of our soul, and our most fragile of dreams. It is a love that gives breath, that allows us to breathe, that frees us, but it is a love that will not let go.
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but we could do nothing else
except to wish that its true
the last of what drives us is not love but hope
when everthing is gone
in our ugliest
in our deepest
in whatever you may call it
the last thing we do is to wish
for soemthing to happen-hope
we create our own world
and wish
and hope
but we can only wish
and hope