This poem moves me deeply. Today I put lights on a Christmas tree I did not want. My son gifted it to me, but without my Beloved, tears arise with every note of holiday cheer. It is a humble tree and lovely. But I am bereft, his picture on the shelf, and as I string lights, I beg, “Lord pass me by.”
My 36 year old Dad passed suddenly from this life with I was 13. I cannot imagine your loss but, knowing what little I know of loss, my heart breaks for you. You are loved. And you are in our prayers, Kaylene~
In this moment, you approach the tiny babe lying in a cave, with humility and so much beauty. Thank you, Kate, for showing us another door into the season.
“It was a garden once but now forlorn
it lies beneath a long, unbroken night,
and you know what it costs to be reborn.”
This poem moves me deeply. Today I put lights on a Christmas tree I did not want. My son gifted it to me, but without my Beloved, tears arise with every note of holiday cheer. It is a humble tree and lovely. But I am bereft, his picture on the shelf, and as I string lights, I beg, “Lord pass me by.”
I'm so sorry for your loss.
My 36 year old Dad passed suddenly from this life with I was 13. I cannot imagine your loss but, knowing what little I know of loss, my heart breaks for you. You are loved. And you are in our prayers, Kaylene~
Lovely.
Thank you!
In this moment, you approach the tiny babe lying in a cave, with humility and so much beauty. Thank you, Kate, for showing us another door into the season.
Thank you!
Oh I have been here. Such a familiar landscape.
Yup
Unfortunately.
Kate, this is the most powerful of your poems that I can recall. Devastating and still with inherent loveliness.
Thank you so much. It felt kind of devastating to write, too, but sometimes that's where the good stuff happens.
I would imagine it did. Thank you for sharing it. As one who has been a desert, it was a blessing to read.
Kate, we continue to be enlightened and enriched by your writing and you continue in our prayers~
Thank you so much.