"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Thursday, January 21, 2010

Divine Milieu...Kris and Rita - Help Me Make It Through The Night...



Kris Kristofferson has written that, “….tomorrow is just the echo of forever…” and I would have to agree with him and old Billy that, “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time…” yet, we are caught between tomorrow and yesterday.

Often the most daunting time between tomorrow and yesterday is the night that separates the two, the dark, lonely nights of our journey while we await for what Homer described as, “Dawn in her yellow robe (to) rise in the east out of the flowing ocean, bearing light for deathless gods and mortal men?” It is in this night that we do not want to be alone, when even if we sleep the words from the Song of Songs resonate within us, “I slept but my heart was awake…” we yearn for, “…one bringing contentment…” so in our desperation we crave and agree with the words of Kris, “Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend. Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight and it's sad to be alone. Help me make it through the night…. I don't wanna be alone. Help me make it through the night…” this is an all too human longing, to be comforted by another soul, another body.

Indeed, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: ….a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance….a time to embrace and a time to refrain….a time to love…” and these seasons come and go as do people. There are seasons of dryness and seasons that are soaked by the warm rains of spring – the days in the dry times can feel, “…as long as the night is dark…” and that is when friends “…that are as good as spring itself…” can help you make it through the night…

Grace abounds in all the seasons of our lives, in the shared human experience of the night and the day and in the time in-between. In the dryness and the rain soaked moments – all we need to do is look, be aware, awake to it. Be present in the presence of the grace that surrounds us like the love that does if our hearts are open to it…
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