for several years now
I have been "seeing" an hourglass in the spirit
all of life contained in this hourglass
it is a lovely hourglass
pure crystal
and pure gold
I can almost hear it singing at times
and these days
I am seeing
feeling
touching
its crystal again
this has been a tremendous year
a tremulous year
a tenuous year
a tender year
traveling in the valley for so many months
feeling the touch of the shadow
while feeling the strength in the pierced hand that gripped me tight
being separated from friends
and joined together with new friends
losing a community
in the midst of finding a new community
letting go of so much
while gaining immeasurably more
and as the grains of the sand of 2009
slip through the crystal neck
I am acutely aware of those who have stood with me
sat with me
sang to me
prayed for me
held me
cried with me
laughed with me
and loved me
some near by
some on the other side of the mountains
some across the waters
each one so unique
each one enriching my life
enlarging my spirit
each one adding a harmonizing note
to the song of me
my clay bears many fingerprints
some have pressed deep
some have gently touched
some simply brushed alongside
but I am a far better shaped piece of clay
because of each one
I am filled with thanks
for the gift of friendship
the ribbon of relationships
the privilege of being loved
and of loving
I know some of you read this blog
and I am always so touched that you do
and then take the time to write
to encourage
or simply to laugh with me
and sometimes to cry with me
this blog is bookended by two Davids
David D who got me started in all this
gave me the courage to believe there was value in my words
loved me enough to want to be connected to my daily moments
and David M
whom I met through this blog
and who now is a most precious brother
a poustinia dweller like me
and I think of so many others in between
some I have met
and some not
but I want you to know I appreciate you
and I value your journeys
each one
none of us know how many grains of sand are in our hourglass
but all of us know
the grains slip
one by one
through the crystal neck
at times they seem to slip faster
and at times slower
but they slip through nonetheless
and I am grateful
and thankful
and peaceful
and filled with love
and my heart overflows with joy
I am blessed
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