A Cure of Souls
Posted on September 17th, 2007
The pastor
of grief and dreams
guides his flock towards
the next field
with all his care.
He has heard
the bell tolling
but the sheep
are hungry and need
the grass, today and
every day. Beautiful
his patience, his long
shadow, the rippling
sound of the flocks moving
along the valley.
-Denise Levertov
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These days we over use the emotional words in our language to the point of trivialization. When my seven year old daughter died, sadness becamse a new emotion I had never felt before although I had used the word often. Never had tears physically hurt until that moment. I was so angry at God for letting this happen. The overpowering futility that there was nothing I could do to get her back was daunting. Two thoughts shocked my thought process while I was loudly crying in my car, alone. “Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10. How could God talk to me when I was shouting out loud my helplessness and grief. Next, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Cor. 12:9. My love for the Pastor of grief and dreams has never been so strong as the day when He was all I had and all I would ever need.