On Grief Time
from crumbs from His table fellowship podcast Hosted by christina moore
Thanks for reading crumbs from His table fellowship! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Grief’s clocks warp, melt, Bend, Dali-esque, Stretching, shrinking, Fast slow, Hurry crawl, Rush drag, Uncertain and disorienting, Blurring, greying calendar lines. Is it already— Is it only— The ungrieved world around Creeps in its steady pace From day to day. I am flotsam, adrift, Sometimes racing along white water, Then sticking fast, heart Lodged against a rock Of yearning or Tree root of memory, Waiting for time to resume Its ordered rhythm. Grief’s clocks tick imperfectly, Chime unpredictably, Time-hopping between memory and reality, Begging gentle care and patience Until the Master Watchmaker Resets and restores Clocks and time itself In everlasting Day. Thanks for reading crumbs from His table fellowship! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit crumbsfromhistable.substack.com
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