my heart breaks open.
in its openness and vulnerability everything is close to me. everyone is dear to me.
sometimes i wonder if it is precisely in our knowledge that all is not good and right in the world that we are singing hallelujah, come emmanual.
i wonder if it is because we are created to be in God's image that joy can gurgle out of us at small things like droplets of dew on fall leaves; that pain can pierce our inside heart and make us weep; that twinkling nighttime can induce such wonder.
i am so grateful for this grief and joy and wonder.
and my heart is broken open.
sometimes i wonder if it is precisely in our knowledge that all is not good and right in the world that we are singing hallelujah, come emmanual.
i wonder if it is because we are created to be in God's image that joy can gurgle out of us at small things like droplets of dew on fall leaves; that pain can pierce our inside heart and make us weep; that twinkling nighttime can induce such wonder.
i am so grateful for this grief and joy and wonder.
and my heart is broken open.
posted by Lindsey Joy at 10:40 PM
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