• lenten journal: depression

    by  • March 31, 2015 • depression, lenten journal, poetry • 5 Comments

    I’ve carried this idea with me for a couple of days, hesitant to share because of the gravity of the loss for the families of those who were killed in the plane crash in the Alps. I decided to risk it nonetheless.

    black box

    for all of the tragedy
    that has marred human history
    there are few satisfactory
    explanations we have learned
    that offer comfort instead of
    blame. I’ve listened the experts
    say there is evidence he was
    depressed, and so he crashed the plane—
    as though that would make things better.
    I felt my heart sink under the weight
    of their words because I know too
    well the darkness visible; I’ve
    done my time in the valley of
    the shadow, and have seen many
    faces there that I recognize.
    I don’t know what happened in the
    Alps, or what it feels like to be
    a loved one searching for answers.
    I do know what it’s like to be
    trapped in the dark, hoping someone
    will find a way to break down the door.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    5 Responses to lenten journal: depression

    1. March 31, 2015 at 11:59 pm

      Beautiful.

    2. April 1, 2015 at 2:17 am

      I think your vulnerability and sensitivity is extraordinarily generous, Milton. Depression is such an insidious disease that many of us face. It’s good to shine a light in and on the darkness.
      …I hope you are not near that real dark place right now, Milton. I hope, too, that you’ve given those closest to you the combo to the door. Peace & Perfect Love be yours.

      • April 1, 2015 at 8:34 am

        Thanks, Dana. These are not particularly dark days right now, for which I am grateful.

        Peace
        Milton

    3. berelaxed
      April 1, 2015 at 6:54 am

      xx

    4. Judith Woelke
      April 2, 2015 at 10:17 am

      I also have lived in the dark days. I made some necessary changes in my life and the dark days are diminishing. Change is difficult. But despression is deadly. Stay in the sun my friend.

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