• advent journal: in other decembers

    by  • December 17, 2015 • advent journal, grief, hope, poetry • 6 Comments

    “The shadows are deepening all around us. Now is the time when we must begin to see our world and ourselves in a different way.” (Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet 246)

    in other decembers

    It has done nothing today but rain.
    In other Decembers, there would be
    snow to go along with the carols.
    Instead, the clouds are weeping and
    we’re caught under a sorrowing sky;
    the sun has been setting since dawn.

    Some of these shadows are as familiar . . .
    In other Decembers, there would be
    fewer absences of heart, less empty seats.
    So I’ve come in from the rain, lighted
    the candles of memory and melody,
    pulled up a quilt of what might have been.

    Out beyond the weather of my heart
    there are storm fronts that demand
    attention, people waiting to be found
    or remembered—some are waiting for me
    to see more than shadows, to reach out
    in the darkness, to snuff out my fears.

    In other Decembers, I will not be here,
    nor you. Someone else will have to sing
    back to the night, build the bonfires of
    hope, tell the stories that name us.
    Not yet. Though grief is a primary color,
    grey is not the only shade of life.



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    6 Responses to advent journal: in other decembers

    1. December 17, 2015 at 11:08 pm

      “Though grief is a primary color,
      grey is not the only shade of life.. ”

      Those are such powerful words! I have sent them on to 4 other recent widows too. We have had intermittent grieving in between Christmas joys with grandchildren. Thank you for the comfort.

    2. Sue Latta
      December 18, 2015 at 12:23 am

      Beautiful as always. I will pull up my quilt of beautiful memories.

    3. anita westmoreland
      December 18, 2015 at 12:47 am

      Lots of powerful words here. Maybe this one to be sure Billy and Dodee have for potential inclusion in the Blue Rock book.

    4. December 18, 2015 at 8:50 am

      “Don’t let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey…” — XTC

    5. Ann Hammon
      December 18, 2015 at 8:11 pm

      This speaks to my shriveled heart.

      • miltybc
        December 18, 2015 at 8:55 pm

        Love to you, Annie.

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