Forgive me for disappearing....I am finding my way again, by the grace of God. There's much to say, but I find it hard to say it. Perhaps I will start with Wendell Berry's words and some images from a trip where the Lord healed some old, deep wounds. I need patience yet, I'm walking slowly back into light and being very gentle with myself, so thank you for waiting with me.
Great deathly powers have passed:
The black and bitter cold, the wind
That broke and felled strong trees, the rind
of ice that held at last
Even the fleshly heart
In cold that made it seem a stone.
And now there comes again the one
First Sabbath light, the Art
That unruled, uninvoked,
Unknown, makes new again and heals,
Restores heart's flesh so that it feels
Anew the old deadlocked
Goodness of its true home
That it will lose again and mourn,
Remembering the year reborn
In almost perfect bloom
In almost shadeless wood,
Sweet air that neither burned nor chilled
In which the tenderest flowers prevailed,
The light made flesh and blood.
Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poems