Day Seventeen of Kathleen Duncan’s June 1-30 challenge.
The prompt: Write a Haiku (Seventeen Syllables)
It was an interesting challenge to distill a message to just 17 syllables.
I have long believed that each life is also a song.
This is mine:
I am a song bird.
I sing love, grace, mercy, peace-
I learned the hard way.
The way things are supposed to be isn’t always the way things are.
I can experience joy and sorrow in the same breath.
The capacity to love and extend grace is enlarged by suffering if I submit to it and don’t fight it.
Never, never, NEVER underestimate the power of presence or texts or the random, “thinking of you” card.
Encouragement comes from unexpected sources.
Truth is the best defense against lies.
I was not nearly as grace-filled or kind as I thought I was before Dominic died. I’m trying to do better.
Hard things are hard.
Sad things are sad.
There’s no use pretending to be stronger than I am, God knows already and no one else is served by my pretending.
Questions are o.k.
My faith is a gift from God, is kept by God and I cannot “lose” it.
Grief is exhausting.
Life is exhausting.
Doing both at the same time is REALLY exhausting.
There is no limit to the pain you may have to endure this side of heaven.
Lightning can strike twice in the same place, and fear of what you know by experience trumps fear of the unknown by miles.
I can decide where to focus my thoughts.
Feeding fear is a choice. feeling fear is not.
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