[I wrote this poem a couple years ago…rediscovered it today. I still really like it.]
by Doug Bursch
Today I’ve been feeling sad, heart heavy, soul weary. I presume I could find a reason for the feelings, but it seems to me that the feeling arrived before I could ascribe to it cause.
Some people cast out sadness like a demon. They pray against sadness as if it were an attack against God’s purpose for the day. This may be true on occasion.
But today my sadness feels less like an attack and more like a familiar song. A song that gives me permission. Permission to stop, rest and listen. Permission to weep, permission to wonder, permission to sit bewildered, naked and unable.
Unable to fix it, unable to figure it out, unable to make my offering worthy.
Sad days are notoriously unproductive. They sidetrack me from the tasks…
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