I stand in front of a slightly cracked door illuminated, casting an image of myself as a dark figure forward into the present. Though I am in a different place now the same door opens wider than before. The traditions of the moment recede. Pieces of scholarship and commentary, once part of the light, fade to coincidence. The eternal begins to fit itself into places where I have never been before. I need to go, not into any realm of the divine, but back into the space where I was once blessed. There I do not need fateful hope to attend to me like angels granting my every wish. Instead I find my blessings from within and from without the slightly cracked door.
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It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting…” – Ecclesiastes 7:2
God of the Hovel, the Hole, the House and the Hotel, who creates a room for each of us, a nameplate, not a number, on the door, which we close to keep the noise of others out while binging-watching our own noise; though we may shed tears for the end of a season the well of our deep grief dries; Move us to go next door to our neighbor who knows only tears of aloneness. Amen.
A Thread You Follow 