Endless Rain

 

The glass fully exploits its short tenure as both prism and prison, scattering the daylight before it disappears.

Soon, the winds that carried you here turn sideways. And we are treated to the illusion of time and gravity bending back in on themselves as you, seemingly, escape the way you came in.

But we know the truth.

The ground, now soggy, plays witness to the exposed places that will soon ripen with mildew and rust.

You have played your part exceedingly well, with rhythm and reason, both.

And you have left us wanting more.

But just not today.

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Fissures

 

A lifetime of distress can leave behind many fissures.

Some are of the ordinary kind. Ones meant only to separate us from our youth, or to cleave us from our failures, all while providing cover for unique new beginnings and a reconnective healing.

Others cut more broadly, more deeply. Severing any chance of acceptance or reconciliation with the past. It is in and through these difficult times that we may find ourselves becoming that which we were truly meant to be.

A relentless temptation may then urge us to draw near all those loved ones who have, themselves, sacrificed (albeit in their own haphazard way) to stay well and far behind us.

Know that they too have their own battles and confusions and loneliness. And that they, too, may now be determined to cast us back down along with them.

But also know that the very thing that may have separated us from ourselves – the one, perhaps, that caused the most suffering – may now be the only thing that actually saves us. Only then can we begin to find peace. Even in the spaces between.

The ones daring us on our way to the other side.

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Shepherds

 

What if my one true calling was to shepherd you through? To help you see that you are loved beyond all human understanding, and despite every human frailty?

I often question my own dedication, my own determination, whenever I see you paralyzed or feel you floating away. It’s likely that your wild vulnerabilities first beckon my own, only to then commingle. To the point at which it becomes nearly impossible to know which life I am trying to save.

Or which one I am ready to let go.

It’s pointless to think about it all for too long. And perhaps too dangerous. Let’s just take each moment as it comes.

One day, we may need to know the exact moment when the shepherd and the sheep exchanged places. Or became as one.

But not today.

Peace

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Yesterday’s Broken Glass

 

Your dispassionate dismissal of the moment presses you back towards traumas once withstood, scars left untended.

Sometimes, you want nothing more than a return to this past. One that is both terrifying and familiar, destructive and comfortable.

Yes, there can be no relief without some walking back. But have you willingly exchanged today’s benign indifference for yesterday’s broken glass?

Shed no more tears for what might have been. Not while tomorrow’s prophecies are so close at hand.

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For Want Of A Dove

 

Days are chaotic and nights are a terror

For want of a dove

Symbols and signs and roadmaps have failed us

For want of a dove

Battles and scars and tumult close out our days

For want of a dove

Tomorrow’s promises will fade like today’s

For want of a dove

Come find

me

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Vanity

 

“Vanity of vanities. All things are vanity”

(Ecclesiastes 1:2)

If even the very hairs on our head have been numbered, then so too have our days.

And as for all those sleepless nights, unbearable scars, and unyielding struggles, well they too have been counted since long before time began. They too have been sanctioned.

But not every crisis, unexpected death, or violent retaliation has been unleashed for a godly purpose. Not every obstacle placed in our way is some mystical test of our faith or our willpower or our strength.

Sometimes, bad stuff just happens.

Most of us know of the emotional and physical callouses that result from trying to build a life for ourselves and for our families. We are as familiar with all the baggage as we are with all the joy.

Both are quite real.

But often, some of those earliest – and best – intentions have provided all of the excuses we needed to start cutting corners, to start looking for that edge, to start . . . going low.

Competition is healthy and necessary. And it really does bring out the best in us. Until it doesn’t. Until we can no longer compete for the win, however defined.

And so we start to grab ahold of anything and everything at an accelerating pace, and with a tightening grip. Soon, all that which we have held begins to slip through our fingers like so much dust.

It’s all dust.

It’s all vanity.

But if we can remember that, perhaps other doors will open. Ones that just might lead us back home.

During these days of Lent, I’ve been reminded to look for the open doors, instead of staring at the dust that now covers my hands.

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Remarkable

 

What’s remarkable is the morning, with its disinfecting sunlight and fresh promises, no matter where the night may have left you.

What’s remarkable is the afternoon, with its opportunities to regroup and rethink and reorganize, no matter how crazy the morning has been.

What’s remarkable is the evening, with its quiet solitude and a chance to reflect, no matter the successes or failures of the day.

What’s remarkable is tomorrow.

Every single time.

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If You Only Understood

 

If you only understood, you wouldn’t fight so hard to deny it.

The rabbit holes you negotiate are a distraction from the chaos – chaos that threatens both your sanity and your grief.

If you only understood, you wouldn’t fight so hard to deny it.

You cannot separate yourself from the dementia of those who have preceded you – you have been slated for nothing less.

If you only understood, you wouldn’t fight so hard to deny it.

Your irritation over that child’s smallest indiscretion stirs up lost memories – memories that reveal your exhaustion and your guilt.

But perhaps I have misread you.

Perhaps you do understand.

Peace

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Trust

 

One of the things that I have learned about myself over the years is that I can be quite gullible.

I’m not talking about being politically naive, or about getting hoodwinked by some huge financial scheme. I retain a healthy dose of skepticism about those things.

No, I mean on a day-to-day basis, whenever I’m interacting with those around me. Usually my guard is down and I too easily – too eagerly – accept most of what’s told me, all at face value. I tend to assume that the other person is not trying to mislead me or set a trap. My training over 35 years as a New York City lawyer takes a willing back seat.

And sometimes I get burned.

Most days, I find myself confronted by many of NYC’s homeless. It’s a growing problem here. Mostly, I ignore the way too many calls for help. But sometimes, one plea is aimed directly into my heart.

I’m not really sure why.

Maybe it’s the unavoidable eye contact with a particular person and then a quick sizing up that they are harmless and sincere (which may well not be accurate). Whatever it is, I engage.

Heck, I’m a sucker for a good hard luck story.

I realize that any number of people with whom I engage are outright liars. And that whatever gets transferred between us may be spent on more things harmful.

But as I tell my kids, I’d rather wear my gullibility openly than don the mentality of a cynic. I find that way too dark. I’d despise that world – and the depression that would surely follow.

I don’t much like the dark.

And who knows when the tables might next turn?

I mean, there are no guarantees.

Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody’s business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy – Thomas Merton

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Dust

 

soon enough the dust will settle, from finger

to forehead, from forehead to heart, but it

is in the act of consuming that I am now

consumed, and it is through the fires I

walk that spawn the dust to which I

must quickly return

 

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