Sep 21, 2017
Equal Parts
“Can two people walk together without agreeing on the direction?” —Amos 3:3
Stirring in hours shared with stars, lingering groans grow from distant hearts— perhaps just mine.
Momentary glimpses of shared suffering, shattering, and stuttering over
honest failure. Grabbing for words in arrangements that read as pleasing,
delicate breezes against wind chimes. Always wondering how
days could be long and warm, short and bitter, could defy any sense of healing.
We are, truly, equal parts. Greased up, moving in entirely different machines.
What amount of love can set into motion amendment for our selfishness?
