“It is good
that I am leaving you.”
You said these words
to your dear friends
soon to know
heart muscles
ripped raw,
lungs refusing to fill,
all sight taken from them
in grief’s moonless night.
I have not known you
like they did.
I never stood in the shade
at the edge of an olive grove
and listened as the song of
your strong, sure love
rose up from the depths of you,
kissed the wind and
set off some wild hope.
I never fell down in the desert dirt
to hold your dusty feet,
and weep my gratitude,
or took bread from your hand,
broken and blessed,
and felt it quiet my hunger.
But I know what it is
to ache for you to be
right-here-now-close,
so I can hear,
touch,
hold
and receive you.
“It is good for me
to leave,” you said,
“because I will
come to you and
live closer than
your heart ripped open,
nearer than
the air pressing
against your lungs,
more satisfying than
the bread I once blessed and broke.”
“It is good
that I leave,
so I can come
so much closer.
And stay.”
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But very truly I tell you, it is for your good that I am going away.
Unless I go away, the Advocate will not come to you;
but if I go, I will send him to you.
John 16:7
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
Dear Juanita… The imagery and words that continually pour out of your heart and mind in these prayers constantly amaze me… your prayers are like spring green tentacles that reach in and wrap around the places in my heart that I would not have known how to put words to except in a formal kind of theological way, which is ok at times But…! Thank you, Thank you!!!
Thank you, Marjorie. Your words mean a lot to me. Thank you so much.