May 18, 2009


Grief is staggering, breathtaking, lonely. Grief is a weaver. He spins relentlessly by remote, by chance or by intent, selecting obvious and not so obvious materials to bring together, selecting surprising strands to blend, strands we ourselves would never put together. It's the oddball strand the weaver coaxes into the mix that brings surprising relief, catching one off guard, perplexing, inviting, challenging. A strand that offers new perspective or soothing relief, perhaps a gentleness in an otherwise harsh fabrication.
Day after day, hour after hour, the Weaver works with inspired fury. He requires little food, little sleep; he demands respect. The Weaver works at random, pulling in a synthetic thread, then tossing it in favor of a natural or a silk. Finally, all passion spent, the Weaver slows down, breathes, looks around. Life. Yes, life remains. The Weaver blinks, unfolds himself, releases his grip and woodenly walks away, leaving behind an unusual collection of substance . . . forming, mixing, clinging, rebuilding.

"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."


Rachel said...

This touches my heart. You've painted a great picture.

Lolli (aka Lisa) said...

Love it! You stated it well.

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Be blessed,