It’s been funny,
twenty-twenty,
in a non-humorous way.
Funny like interesting,
unexpected,
ironic at best.
This intertwine
of family time
for some
pain and loss
for many.
Uncertainty
for all.
Surprising blessings rise up from ash,
while others are left smoldering.
Funny it seems,
because it doesn’t make sense
(whatever it is.)
We prepare only
for the unexpected,
asking ourselves the same question
again and again,
“What next?”
Funny, near December 31
we wait hopefully
for an arbitrary mark
of a new beginning.
It’s been Friday for too long.
We are weary,
if not for ourselves,
then for our brothers, our sisters,
For once, we see the body clearly –
feel our communal pulse.
So we groan in anticipation
for New Years,
fresh starts,
a page turned,
new birth,
stuck in labor pains
unsure of what is on the other side,
clinging tightly to our family,
relaxing into an embrace,
which some find only inside,
looking to where we all must look
someday –
to that hidden, precious gem
of Presence that longs to awaken
in us all.
And if not through the ring of fire,
then how?
Death and birth,
sickness and health,
not to make sense
but to make friends at last
with the waiting.
An expectant Yes –
to the Mystery that begs to be revealed,
ready for all to discover,
if we could only let go
of our anxious longing,
in an unprecedented release
of hope.
Beautiful reflection! Blessings, The Scotts (Kenya 2013)
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Thank you, Scott family!
Beautiful poem.