Empty, but Perhaps Not of Peace

Empty fields. Broken hearts. They have a lot in common.

There is that vast expanse of nothing. And buried deeply life flickers.

But some days, some months, you just have to sit with the vast expanse of nothing but what once was. You have to trust that Peace is there, and yet know that at the moment, you’re not responsible for finding it. Your job is to hang on in the grief.

Ours is to be the Peace that is needed. Blessed be.


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