I saw through the mist,
It blocked the view of the beyond
I searched through the clutter,
It hid my joy beneath.
I rushed to reach the other side,
Of the mist and the clutter.
But pain held me back
Held me back in its covers.
There is no hurry.
There is no rush.
To solve the riddle,
To unmess the mess.
There is no deadline,
To meet as you work through
Your brokenness
So embrace your pain.
Grieve well the hurt.
Lament the sorrow.
Grieve well
To heal well.
Photo by Jakub Kriz on Unsplash
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Lydia and her husband served as educator missionaries in a rustic village in Odisha for 18 years before moving to their hometown in Mumbai. She has 2 teenage daughters and 1 teenage son. Lydia holds an M.A. in Literature from Mumbai University, a Master of Education from the National Institute of Christian Education, Australia, and is an alum of the Renovaré Institute of Spiritual Formation, USA. Lydia is a contemplative at heart and a trained Spiritual Accompanier for adults and children. You can read her poems
here. She and her husband run training programs
here.
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