“God is a ghost only to those who haunt their own lives.”  ~ Christian Wiman

I decided to read some of my favorite poetry amid the alleged stark reality around me. The situation is real; I don’t mean to infer otherwise. But our great promise is a hope that encompasses more than mere survival. “We will get through this” only tells half the story.  There is always more truth between the facts, which is why I love the poetry of songs – the music imposes cadences that allow my heart to take in the truth of things. 

Christian Wiman put together a collection of poems. The book is called JOY. I leave it laying around just to see that word again and again on the book’s cover. It triggers me into a post-traumatic smile. I hope you have joy in the midst of, well, everything today. There is always some defiant blade of grass pushing up through the cracks in the concrete. I’m going to pay attention for those today. I’m going to BE one of those today.

Love to all.

KIM