Susan LaffertyWhen Someday seems too far, the fragile heart mourns. Torn. Tender.
Walking in the weight of sorrow.
Sitting in the dark.
And we cry out for rocky paths made smooth. The broken place, whole. Strong winds and high waves, stilled.
Longing to affirm the true. And say we are crushed but not in despair.
The words of Isaiah resonate.
“Justice is turned back, and righteousness stands far off.
For truth has stumbled in the public square,
and honesty cannot enter.
Truth is missing,
and whoever turns from evil is plundered.”
Isaiah 59:14f
It sounds like a reading of our day.
In December, a treasured necklace from Japan falls on the floor. Breaks.
And I get on my knees. Gathering broken pieces. Fragments.
Trying to put the puzzle back together. But it sits.
Incomplete.
So I place what remains in a bowl. Not ready to give up on it yet. Perhaps a shard or two skittered under a cabinet.
