The lines begin to blur.
The season of light yields
to the deeper places of shadow,
of invitation to staying with discomfort.
Joy mingles with bitterness,
peace is nudged by pain,
silence is shattered by noise,
and we are prodded to move from
what we know toward an itchy unknowing.
We curl around the tender places,
the raw edges,
the prickly guardians of
our fear and our wanting.
Waiting for the balm that will come
with new light,
and broken places restored.
Wait. Watch. Wonder.
Surrender to what will be
in this day of beckoning
toward the holiest of what is within.
Bless the blurry places where encounter
confronts and redirects us,
leading us toward the fullness of
what will be.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence.
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