For when it is dark

This morning when you wake 
May there be sunshine outside your window 
To remind you that the light will always return 
But if the sun is hidden by clouds  
And the sky is still gray 
May it feel like being hidden away  
Safe in your favourite blanket fort  
Until you choose to face the world again
 
Whatever is outside 
However it feels inside 
May you have rested feeling held in love 
And even when that did't feel possible 
May you have rested enough  
To find courage to hold on another day 
Until even the tiniest sliver of hope 
Has time to grow and remind you 
You are not alone and you are loved  

It a tough time of year. I fell asleep last night thinking about and praying for a friend who is finding things particularly dark. I woke up with these words on my heart.

Whisper Hope

music
something magical
in the combination
of melody and words
draws me back
time and again
faith I have known
since childhood
whispered unwillingly
back into life

the theology and
version of community
I once longed for
now leave me
at best, discomforted
and apathetic
at worst, hurt, angry
and once again broken

but in the silence
filled with more than
notes and lines on a page
I am drawn back
to the possibility of belief
to the remembrance
of comfort found
in dark places
of the savage beast
of despair and unworthiness
soothed into contentment
and acceptance

perhaps somewhere
a new understanding
of community is forming
within a theology
of love lived out loud
embracing queerness
and diversity
as expressions of wholeness
not brokenness
in need of rescue

someday may I find it
and learn to sing again
for now, may I allow
the song to whisper hope

Not Crying on Sundays

——-

Begun at a Steve Bell concert in December 2013.

Artwork inspired by Same Love by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis featuring Mary Lambert.