It is very hard to embrace ease
when all you’ve faced is destruction.
It is very hard to hold hope
when your means have been exhausted.
Have you ever prayed-not your problems away,
but for the Divine to ease the suffering?
Have you ever held crumbs
when wholeness has been unimaginable?
Beloved, perhaps there is more.
Perhaps chaos and violent force are not the end.
Perhaps there is not only ease
but dance and freedom,
with a feast set up for you.
Although you cannot imagine,
I hope the mystery of light
paints itself in the canvas of your dark night.
Although you cannot fathom,
I pray you encounter a peace that settles within.
Unfamiliar as it may be
and strange as it may look,
let it make home in your spirit.
It is there
It is for you.
con calma, beloved.
Always there is the persistent need for some deep inner assurance, some whisper in my heart, some stirring of the spirit within me -that renews, re-creates and steadies. Then whatever betides of light or shadow, I can look out on life with quiet eyes. God is with me. -Howard Thurman