The Beckoning
A friend is going through an unimaginable and unfathomable painful experience, with the loss of their second adult child in ten years. This spilled out while I was trying to make sense of it…
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The beckoning
The well is only so deep, we know, it has to have a bottom, the driller reports,
Still it becomes darker than night the deeper one descends
Or falls, sucked down not by gravity but the gravity.
From the bottom, it is said, one can see the stars when gazing up and out
But who amongst us has been that far down?
Who has felt the weight of that tube
Of light from above, that shaft of light, of hope
From deep within our souls, our father’s faith.
Where there’s no-where and no-thing to see but what’s up above
There is no ladder, no rope, no step, no guidebook
Save for that distant speck of round light, just beyond reach
Beckoning, always beckoning, promising somehow
To finally touch those stars.
