Good morning…
As the days shorten and the nights stretch long, we are instinctively drawn into holy hibernation. During these dark winter months, we stay inside more, watching and waiting for the life of Christ to be born in us anew. We are each miraculously made, hardwired to thrive in the silent dark, like babies in the womb, like seeds in the soil, like each ember of hope amid life’s ruins.
This quiet poem gives voice to our insulated inner world, a private place where restorative repair is actually happening.
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The Living Dark by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
In each of us thrives an inner world
that does not love the light.
An inner world of womb and breath,
the most essential dark
where blood moves and lungs expand,
where neurons fire and cells divide,
where the heart pulses and muscles build,
where all words form, where all thoughts nest,
the secret world of humanness—
the dark we are, the dark we need,
this secret dark we cannot see.
I think of all its wounds, its scars,
its miraculous repair,
this living dark we carry everywhere.
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Might this Bible verse embody our winter prayers as we slowly, mysteriously heal in the invisible dark?
I will offer You my grateful heart, for I am Your unique creation, filled with wonder and awe. You have approached even the smallest details with excellence; Your works are wonderful; I carry this knowledge deep within my soul (Psalm 139:14, VOICE).
…Sue…
P.S. If you live in the Atlanta area, please consider attending our annual “Service of Hope & Healing” tonight, December 7th at 6:00 pm in the Chapel at Northside Church, 2799 Northside Drive NW, Atlanta, GA 30305.
