Good morning…
Celebrating her 60th birthday season with my lifelong friend, I read a short poem to the small group gathered.
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Handling by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
After years,
what once
was enormous,
sharp and piercing
now is rounded,
polished,
fits like a marble
in the palm
of my hand.
This is what comes
from touching it,
brushing up against it,
holding it
again and again.
And again.
Once, it cut me.
Now, as I rub it
beneath my fingers,
it soothes me,
reminds me
how I, too,
have been softened,
how I, too,
have been embraced
and held
and nestled
until I am smooth.
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Separated by miles and miles yet being in touch regularly, my friend and I have witnessed a softening in the jagged parts of our hearts. Held secure in the wholeness of God, year after year, we are gently nestled, embraced, soothed gradually smooth.
Let your gentleness be made known to all people. The Lord is near (Philippians 4:5, LEB).
…Sue…
