what not to say…just bring french chocolates
– Ann Voskamp
Down to my bones
Even my comfortable skin is gone
I shiver as the cold blows through me
I have cried many tears
my song has been well watered
it blooms within me
true voice does not come without cost
Yet it comes
I let go
new choosing in every moment
to continue to make the choices
which will bring the song
that fills the whole world
with hope, light and love
to the the friends who stay with me
in silence we weep
in joy we laugh
always and always
is something that’s said to cheer you up
when you come home early and find your lover
arched over a stranger in a scarlet thong.
Or it could be you lose your job at Happy Nails
because you can’t stop smudging the stars
on those ten teeny American flags.
I don’t begrudge you your extravagant vitality.
May it blossom like a cherry tree. May the petals
of your cardiovascular excellence
and the accordion polka of your lungs
sweeten the mornings of your loneliness.
But for the ill, for you with nerves that fire
like a rusted-out burner on an old barbecue,
with bones brittle as spun sugar,
with a migraine hammering like a blacksmith
in the flaming forge of your skull,
may you be spared from friends who say,
God doesn’t give you more than you can handle
and ask what gifts being sick has brought you.
May they just keep their mouths shut
and give you French chocolates and daffodils
and maybe a small, original Matisse,
say, Open Window, Collioure, so you can look out
at the boats floating on the dappled pink water.
French Chocolates by Ellen Bass
Be at peace;
I am the strongest thing in you.
Over your dark, formless waters I brood;
in your void I speak my Word.
You are my river and I am your flowing;
you are my water and I am your sea.
I am the spark from nerve to nerve;
the drumming of your heart.
I am your blood’s dark alchemy
creating life, this moment, life.
In the night I am your nest;
in the storm, your steadfast earth.
In the raging waters I am your breath;
in your death I am your life.
I am the First thing in you,
and I will be in you
when the rest of you is gone.
When your bones are shadows
and your sinews wind
a hundred years from now
I will still be in your place,
Nothing is deeper than my desire for you;
nor stronger than your belonging in me.
I am your Realm, and your power, and your glory.
Be at peace.
4 year anniversary of living faith following the cloud. Allowing God to direct every step I have taken…been an amazing, wonderful, difficult, miracle-strewn time. So grateful for every miracle minute.
Big changes seem to be coming. Walk with me. Pray for me. 🙏🏻 So grateful for you.