Thursday, June 5, 2014

When Words Fail

For the first time in months. The words don't come. 
For the past 312 days I have written every morning or evening.
The words flow.
Cathartic in their way.
An outpouring of my soul. 
The anguish of my heart worked through.
But today the words don't come.
It has been a hard few days.
The missing great. 
The coming to the close of another year.
Reliving each of those events.
Longing for the boy we celebrated.
Knowing next year we will walk the  Senior road again.
So many emotions vacillating.
Thoughts in a jumble.
Heart aching.
There are new beginnings.
Life is marching on.
We are carried on with the swift moving pace.
The grass is growing.
The sun is shining.
There is winter's feed to haul.
Calves to love and feed.

Fences to build and mend.
Much to fill a day; to keep us busy.
So many reminders.
We sit at the river for lunch.
My farmer and I. 

The kids play in the water.
We talk of different days.
This spot echoes with memories of years gone by.
Of rope swing and laughter.

The words may not be flowing, but the memories are.
Grateful the Ancient Word  remains unchanging.
Those words cascade without ceasing.
Grace soothing. 
Stepping into memories and the Word that never fails.

Deuteronomy 6:4
“Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. 
You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.  And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart.
  You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. 
You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. 
You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.

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