Abba, I do not understand.
Yesterday I lay on the Earth and looked up into trees
and asked you,
How can it be? How can the pain be so mammoth and the joy so immense?
How can we carry on, balancing the two? and all the myriad between the two?
I strive to move from dualistic thinking, to hold in tension all the things
(not good/bad but yes/and)
But I was taught, early and well, to see the black and white.
A day of joy in my own life; a day of unspeakable sorrow for so many others.
And shades in between.
Black and white won’t do. A rainbow, perhaps.
A prism that shows the ways our lives and days split among so many, many experiences.
I ask for the grace to hold the tension
To carry the prism
To remember the varieties of experience, each day, and to give thanks.