Our 'day the world went wrong' day.
My heart knows and drags its feet in apprehension.
I find myself at an odd crossroads; pulled in 2 directions.
For the dreams that have died slow, agonizing deaths.
Then, providentially, I read this:
How does a heart sorrow over the time forever gone and still be present to the wonder of the time that is now?
How to do we let go of what once was
and accept what now is?
I hold the only word that allows me
to simultaneously let go of moments and accept this moment.
I whisper it. . .
into the golden threads of now.
- from A Holy Experience
Care to come along?