On days like this, when two guys from two different companies stand in my garage and declare the spring that lifts that old, heavy door, irreparable. When one good friend weeps inconsolably to me about all that is irreparable in her life. And when I think of all those sick and dying and fighting...

and the whole world

seems irreparable...

I ache for You. Close my eyes
to the wind. Listen to the scritch scratch
of dry oak leaves and little thsk thsk
sounds of squirrel's feet
and a soft chrr chrr in the pine
and the rush of air
against the landscape.

And I remember that dark place
when the earth was formless
and void and Your Spirit
was a wind blowing across
the waters, whispering to the
chaos your deep conviction

that it was not


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Blogger Sarah said...

This post has the same feeling for me as the verse where Jesus knew he was going to die and, "having loved his friends on earth, loved them to the end." He knew death was coming and even that wasn't irreparable.

Blogger Erin said...

Oh my, this is stunning in loveliness.

Praise to Him!

Blogger Val said...

I have been reading your blog for awhile, and it always amazing. I can't tell you how much this touched me.
I have been struggling with depression...well, for a long time. And today was pretty bad. I just feel like I should be better by now. This post reminds me that NOTHING, not even messed up me, is irreparable to God.
Thank you thank you thank you.


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