After The Storm
Great winds bring great healing.
Aftermath of storm; aftermath of cataclysm.
Walking out into the wreckage, under bright sun, shining down, healing and drying what is left.
In the middle of this spent turmoil, a thought comes unbidden: I am in the presence of a great love.
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You brought the winds, Lord, but you also brought the after-peace. You brought the healing and growth. The bone-break is where our limbs are strongest.
Blinking in the sun, in the presence of a great love, let me give thanks.
– from the mountain
Consider:
If I am hard pressed, can I imagine a triumphant aftermath?
Reading:
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” — Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love (c. 1395)
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