In a very ordinary life
There is an extraordinary amount of pain
And like the trees which grieve for their fallen leaves all the winter long . . .
Each time we suffer a loss here,
we find ourselves absolutely convinced that this is the one we will never recover from.
But
give it some time.
And more often than not -
We do recover.
Or, at least
We keep on keeping on
Still standing tall
in a world that makes us feel small
Or still holding on to hope
which is the most fragile thing in the world.
We start to see that this ordinary life
with it's extraordinary pain
also contains an astonishing amount of beauty too.
And we take a breath
And things start to level out.
And, God knows how,
but maybe we even manage to smile again!
As we start to realise that,
nothing ever lasts for long.
Yet everything is meaningful.
