This talks about what I’ve been feeling thinking as we’ve prepared for a large group of our community to leave and stay.  No judgement either way, each family person has had to make hard choices.  While none of the choices seem like good ones.

It’s also reminded me that it’s Holy Week.  I’ve been thinking about the times through history when all seemed lost (like Good Friday) but God…

So while my poem is titled Dark Days (because they are) there is hope, there is always hope.

Dark Days….

It wasn’t supposed to be this way

Good-byes through glass windows

Waving instead of hugging and helping to pack

No seeing you off at the airport

Instead we will stand in the grass of our homes and wave goodbye to all the should’ve been’s

Sending you off is terrifying

Staying is scary as well

The choices we’re making

There’s so much we just don’t know…

We send you off with love

With hope for the day’s we can hug and live in community again

We send you off with my two favorite words…

But God

I was thinking of the Israelites

Their Exodus out of Egypt

Pharaoh’s armies chasing them and the Sea in front of them…dark days

But God….

The Disciples on Good Friday,

Jesus, Messiah on the cross, dead…dark days

But God…

The Great Depression

World War 1

The Spanish Flu

World War 2…dark days indeed

But God…

He is faithful

Trustworthy.

He is going before us, each of us.

He is with us.

He is not afraid, or without a plan.

He takes bad things,

Hard things,

Ugly things

And makes them beautiful.

He redeems them

The King is coming…