It shouldn't be but it is
Both sides of it
The ugly of vile
And the astonishing beauty of grace
Both have been my companion this year
Both should not be
But are
And all I can know is what it means to be forgiven
And seek to forgive
And what it means to be loved anyways
And to love anyways
And to stand undone by the strength of it
And weep in the sorrow and joy of it
And find no rest and rest also
In the Best of it
And be in this moment of marking
Breathless with anguish and wonder
RAB09
1 comment:
How very beautiful, Ruth Anne...
Juanita
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