The weather goes awry
Or low odds
Turning its tail
Of spinning leaves
And drunk robins
We ever wanted
Up the chimney
Hopes and dreams
How quickly things fall apart–or fail to materialize. A death here. A death there. Unplanned events and unanticipated outcomes send us spiraling. Looking for something to soothe weary minds and hearts, and point us forward. Together, rather than scattered to the four corners of the earth.
Despair? Not yet. A sense of loss or betrayal? Sometimes. But more often aching loneliness for what might have been and may yet become. With or without us.
While I was writing this, the outside temperature plummeted toward single degrees, and wind from the north picked up speed. A good time for indoor Sabbath rest.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 January 2019