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For days, I’ve worried with the words – knowing (somehow) where I was going, but not so sure of the way. And then a friend mentioned a struggle with writing, and the process of both explaining and understanding – well, it provided a basis for telling. And so it is…..
I don’t know that I’ve ever had writer’s block. In fact, for a long time, I wondered if there were a giant ledger, where unbeknownst to me, IOUs were being written down. I feared that one day I might wake, unable to speak, with my hands having forgotten the weight of a pen. Only when I allowed the fear to consume did I figure it out. Only when I feared not being able to write – only then was I unable to find a single word. The rules of rhyme, meter, publication and form could keep the page empty. And for most writers; it’s the fear which cripples them. They either get tangled in the rules, or they refuse to write for writing’s sake. The hope of getting rich binds the poet’s heart I think.
I write. And every day, I expect to. I don’t wonder about it or grow weary over whether there’s a place (I know there’s a place).
But that isn’t the subject I’ve wrestled with. It just happens to fit nicely in a way I hope someone sees beyond me.
As of late, I’ve come to know many people who are grieving. Some grieve a life ended too soon, and others grieve the loss of love or health. Others still, mourn for years long past and voices nearly forgotten. More than not, there are questions that cannot be answered. We want to understand; we want an explanation; we want someone to blame. We want the hurting to stop.
Yet, life is filled with sorrow, and moments of undeniable ache. And, just when we think we couldn’t possibly go on, we look up – and there, in the darkest sky, is the same bright star as before. Or, we step out to a broken porch and find a reason – a reason come for us after all.
I believe the wise are only wise because they love….but also because they trust.
I don’t have the answers, and can’t imagine a time when I will. I may have stumbled on some, but some is a long way from all. For that, I’m grateful. I don’t need to know everything, nor do I desire such a burden. I want to be able to question, and question I will. But there is wisdom beyond my capacity to keep, knowledge beyond the realms of rationality, compassion, and humanity – beyond the living we entertain. I believe there’s a reason for that, and it’s a reason I am GOOD WITH!
Thus, the thing I started out to write about – there’s a reason that God is God, and I am not. In some ways, it’s like writing – in that I don’t need to worry with or debate what would happen if God weren’t God. Because He is; because I expect Him to be. My life is made sweeter in that knowledge, in the simple understanding of things I don’t understand.
were times before
the reason
for the ways
in which I’ve come
with only these
few stars
I know by name
muddy boots
and misplaced rhyme
miles
I faint remember
of stories lent
to places
left behind
as proof
of understanding
– a trust
beyond the dark
when prayed
the light became
another dawn
. . .
This is such a beautiful truth. Love the post…love your writing. Blessitude
Your words bless me, dear Lorrie. Thank you. ~ May your day shine. ~ Love, Bobbie
Thank You Bobbie! As do yours. Have a super weekend. With love, Lorrie
just amazing the depth of a writer you have scripted….
I love this as I love the feel of your calm rhythm of just being you
Take Care Miss Bobbie…You Matter
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just me
Maryrose, my heart is always made fuller by the measure of your love, by the passion you bring to all you do. We are blessed. I am blessed. My life would be less without your presence. Thank you, Maryrose. I love you. ~ Bobbie
I have to smile at your kindness…as I try to figure out what words I missed in my reply
seems several LOLs..
Have a great day Bobbie!
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just me
‘As proof of understanding a trust beyond the dark, when prayed the light became another dawning.’ Breathtakingly beautiful…this poem! Your were placed here in our lives and the lives of others to bring a certain soothing peace and happiness with the precious spirit of His love which is always alive in your heart! Life calls out to you no matter the time of day or night to always share! Bobbie, when writing I am just the one God chose me to be, there are no rules to follow I only answer the call to my spirit each day when his happiness arrives when I awaken. Please always be yourself, you are unique and one of a kind! Many like ourselves whom we know, when they share become a healing tonic for their own hearts, souls, spirits and is as much a nourishment for others. Your priceless gift is a calling to your heart, and you deliver it lovingly from that sacred well of trust within. The eternal love blossoms within your words each day…I once told you before…what would I do if I woke up one morning and a poem from you was no longer there..I would miss you greatly, yet I would .thank God, that i had the blessing of knowing your beautiful spirit, and that i can find your words in books and the many poems of yours i copied to read again sometimes…a treasure one can keep! Just continue to be the one we love and adore…the one who shares her heart so selflessly! Hugs and blessings always dear one!
Wendell, there are no words for this gift you’ve given me – no thank you big enough. But I know that you know, and that I am grateful for your light in the places I know – your words eternal in praise. I thank God for you! ~ Always with my love, Bobbie
Actually I find more writing in your writing about worrying about writing then when you are writing without worry. There is a Time to rest…bob
❤
Re-reading this again brings me comfort: “I believe the wise are only wise because they love….but also because they trust.”
You are pure wisdom. Thank you for
Filling a space raw in me today with your words. Mucho love to
You.