My heart is working hard these days
with loss and loneliness.
I am an orphan seeking home.
The grief of moving through the landscape which
is my life
tugs at the ways I have
stitched myself together.
This waking up is painful –
but as I move forward,
I open my heart to it.
It is a time of deepening –
of allowing the mystery to instruct
and show me
the location of my true belonging.
The older I get,
the more acquainted I am
with this type of deep reckoning.
It is familiar terrain and
I have visited it often.
When I look back, I can see this.
But in this moment,
choosing to be present
feels like valor.
I gradually take on the challenge
as little pieces of me mend.
I begin to hear again the
warm and forgiving invitation.
It calls to me like
a song over the hillside,
sending music to my ears and heart.
I allow this embrace of mystery which
wells up within my very soul.
This is the place which
connects me to the beauty of it all
and the realization of belonging.
I find my way home again
and I learn to dwell in a sweet peace.
I dare to hold everything –
all the precious pain and longing.
Thanksgiving visits me –
I am surprised as it wells up like a wave
and invites me to rest in a beautiful tenderness.
This is Life and Grace
given and received.
They had never left.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
“Secret work is being done in us of which we have no inkling.” John O’Donahue