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An Empty Place 


Sometimes after celebrating
when joy has bubbled over laughter
flowed like waterfalls when we danced
in the rain a dangerous quiet comes
and we find ourselves alone.

Sometimes our hearts can plummet
despair, loneliness and pain overwhelm
a dark stillness like cold shatters
our nightly wanderings and nightmares
creep on in.

Sometimes alone we feel abandoned
often in exile we feel punished
away from the smiles of love
we permit ourselves pity
morose and dark we morbidly dwell
in liminal spaces of neither nor.

Too often scrub and empty only
to fill to overflowing again with anxiety
worry, control and obsession
kept from sleeping we darken
even the night shadows.

All the time we are the family
of God who binds our wounds
mends broken hearts paints over
the moldy green envy and greed
replacing complacency with compassion
scarcity with abundance
and selfish with service.
Posted by Carol Gallagher at 11:49 AM