Quick now, here, now, always —
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well
and All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
— T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
You see this deep wound from sad news
surface, a loved one, a friend, a family
in crisis, the weight of crushing pain
manifests in tears and waves of uncertainty
as they struggle to understand profound
loss, guilt, anger, confusion, the battle
of tough love and protection.
They are the walking wounded,
for a time, as God leads them through
a thatched patch, their skin scratched
by thorn-filled briar, but their hearts
bloom like roses, a fragrance
of what will be once the path
is cleared through tender care,
deep breaths, and faithful steps —
one foot forward, and then the next.
—C.L. Fisher, July 2020
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