The Joy

Up to the point- that I give up crying- put on lipstick- go out for breakfast- but have no breakfast-
sit in a corner- next to the window- sketch the Christmas hanging- on the window pane- silent immobile- walk back home- and look at them

 

The joy

 

of
realising- that I am not
moving on-
so that
the mountain

will have to

then
The mountain will have to- move its fat ass- walk heavy slow rhythmic thuds towards the cliff- with one last huge sigh of disappointment will have to jump into the sea- teal splashing all over the place- seaweed and sea creatures subdue it
Up to that point- I’m done with this life without you in it- and stubbornly refuse to move on

So the mountain will have to

So the mountain will have to

So the mountain will have to

 

 

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Blindfolded

What it feels like to walk tightrope blindfolded- a thought I used to dread. If there was anything I couldn’t stand in life, it was, yes was uncertainty that required patience.

I was amazed at funambulists doing amazing things I could not do. “Practice perfect” it occurred to me. What did not occurred to me is faith; protective nets and people below them watching standby if something goes wrong.

It’s not just practice.

Knowing there is a safety net to catch if you fall
Walking a tightrope of life blindfolded- patience in uncertainty
God is my safety net to catch me if I fall.

And knowing that there is a safety net while blindfolded; knowing it in the darkness, believing without seeing…

It is Faith I learned.

Have you seen sometimes fathers throw their kids up against sky just for fun and catch them back with such love and protection?

Sometimes God does the same.