And God said, “Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth.”
What a thing to have the cycle of the governing lights in the sky remind us of beautiful and paintful personal times as well ...
Yes! You captured that beautifully, Todd. I am in awe how the dance of the heavens allows us to return to spiritual and emotional places when we revisit points in our planet’s flight. Thank you for reading and responding.
What a beautiful tribute for your sister and her family, a weaving of loss and grief and hope into the circling of the sun and the moon. Eclipse is such a perfect metaphor for grief and the hope of resurrection and reunion.
Both physical and other-worldly. What an honoring poem, Abigail. The little ones whispered into and out of our temporal lives are eternal. Thanks for sharing this.
This is soooo beautiful Abigail!!! What a gorgeous rememberance of your nephew and a beautiful reflection on the universe and the life of our souls. It's all connected, and all so mysterious and lovely! <3
And God said, “Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth.”
What a thing to have the cycle of the governing lights in the sky remind us of beautiful and paintful personal times as well ...
Yes! You captured that beautifully, Todd. I am in awe how the dance of the heavens allows us to return to spiritual and emotional places when we revisit points in our planet’s flight. Thank you for reading and responding.
Oh, I know this sorrow better than anyone ought to.
Micah, I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sitting with this poem and answering it with your own journey. Blessings to you and your family.
What a beautiful tribute for your sister and her family, a weaving of loss and grief and hope into the circling of the sun and the moon. Eclipse is such a perfect metaphor for grief and the hope of resurrection and reunion.
Melanie, thank you for your thoughtful response. You captured the power of the metaphor beautifully.
Both physical and other-worldly. What an honoring poem, Abigail. The little ones whispered into and out of our temporal lives are eternal. Thanks for sharing this.
This was my response too—the concrete, physical world making the hidden, interior world present and visible.
Thank you for reading and sharing your reflection, Kortney.
Thank you for honoring and loving these little ones. Your reflection is worded so beautifully and blesses me.
This is soooo beautiful Abigail!!! What a gorgeous rememberance of your nephew and a beautiful reflection on the universe and the life of our souls. It's all connected, and all so mysterious and lovely! <3
Thank you for reading and responding so generously. Your eclipse piece spurred me on to post it, and I am grateful for the synergy.
<3 <3 <3