Wednesday, March 27, 2013

In the wee hours...

The dishwasher swishes and hums. The Biker sleeps. Pandora plays. My heart has been many places today.  Since Christmas day many chairs have been emptied. One by one they have gone away.   With each one goes a little part of our hearts til they are bleeding, ragged holes: missing, aching, wishing. Life goes on.  With life is struggle. Fighting for life. Fighting to let go.  Life breathes. Hope. A bright small moon shines over a world awakening to spring.  Spring that follows winter. Seedtime and harvest = Promise.  Supper + Garden  + Cross + Tomb + Resurrection = Hope. Heaven waits. Hope rises. Bleeding ragged hearts hold on. He holds our bleeding hearts in His own bleeding hands. He holds hope and healing and heaven. He holds it all: life, death, breath, hope. Heaven.

6 comments:

  1. Amen, Pat. Keep helping us to see the light!

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  2. Yes, winter is almost over...the cold snowy, ice is melting with the warmer days and soon spring grass and flowers will bloom again. Our hearts often have these same seasons...aching hearts longing for loved ones who have left us...we will meet again. Love you, Pat! Keep writing.

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  3. Thank you for sharing your heart Pat. Goosebumps.

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  4. You write so well, it touches my heart, thank you for sharing.

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  5. Fighting to let go...that says it all for me right now. Good stuff

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