photo of Joshua Tree National Park by Cedric Letsch for unsplash
It’s been a long stretch of loneliness.
Life is a rougher texture
than I thought it would be,
full of disappointments, humblings,
returnings to small. On the way here,
the way there, He comes, He stands–
not magic like Disney–
where music does not swell for the unbeautiful, the plain–
nor yet some Christian film
where no suffering remains unexplained,
where the plot lines weave together
in perfect symmetries.
He stands with me in deserts,
with all my loose ends,
near the scrubby trees of my longing.
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This is so lovely in its starkly gentle honesty. Thanks Jessamyn.
Thank you, Jessamyn! This says so much so simply. We don’t look for him often enough in the loose ends.