There are certain things one cannot say in the presence of the uninitiated. It is a kindness to guard words in deference to the sensibilities of the inexperienced. A heart that held the same inmost fear now overlaps space in reality’s atmosphere-Venn diagram like.
The honesty of the humbled is too much for some to bear. It rains upon their sense of “right.”
The one who has known the “wrong,” wears its burden every day. Shifts it even in dark’s dreams. Shoulders it with silence. Resigned.
Uncomfortable reality it is to state the facts when faux security is the blanket. And those who’ve known the deep and plumbed its icy depths huddle together about the fire. Their shoulders bear the burdens of one another…bear their “constant” together…bear up ‘til future unfolds that yearned for, hoped for tomorrow.
Providence makes the rain to fall and sun to shine over all. And in the end we find our fears to have an end – our security to be eternal. But for now and until that morning, the silent ones break bread together where sighs are freely expressed. And all are duly noted.
An ancient king sings of wanderings numbered and tears bottled by our God. It is the kindness of our King that causes Him to listen to our silence. Unspoken words—He hears each one.
In the depths and in the fire, He is there. In the quiet and in the sound He is present. When words are best hidden from public view, it is the hands of the Divine – His fingers over the heart that reads us.
There are certain things one cannot say…except around the fire.
© 2012 Melanie Dorsey
* In light of the recent tragedy in Aurora, CO, I felt moved to write on behalf of those who do not have to imagine what it’s like to lose a child…they know.
Your loss, however, may not be from the death of a child or loved one; your loss may be altogether different. And you, too, have learned to guard your words around the uninitiated. I hope you’ve found community around the fire where your words are “duly noted.” I hope you’ve felt the fingers of God upon your heart.