It is an inept metaphor but tonight I imagined life as a ball of yarn - at which point there were two single strands. One had just began and the other had been cut. The latter was not short nor severed; rather it had come to completion.
A weekend of extreme joy and extreme sorrow, neither of my own and yet -- . All beginnings have endings, making such beginnings bittersweet. And all endings have beginnings, especially when one believes. Oh how we are to believe. We have to, we must, and we shall. It is these unfathomable beginnings which hint at the promise beneath the pain.
Prayers are offered up to heaven tonight.
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