Guest guest Posted April 5, 2004 Report Share Posted April 5, 2004 When the Stars Go Out When the stars go out, and they sometimes do, it can feel totally dark. Last night was such a time for me. Suddenly something lit up the inner sky for me. A friend from Canada wrote, telling me to hang in there...that I was needed. I wept copiously. Not just buckets and floods, but a spate of tears fell into piles of tissue. I tell you, I was overcome with grief. I have been slogging on through darkness for far too long. I laugh about it; I write about it. That is not enough; it has overtaken me. What is the "it" that I cannot conquer? Anger at my situation. Mad at God for causing such suffering in my family. Mad because he gave my old friend ovarian cancer. Because someone criticized my writing and I let him get to me. I tell you, last night was a turning point for me. This friend from Canada who wrote gave me back the gift of my anger. He said, "May the unacceptable anger behind the acceptable sadness be turned to clear wrathful compassion...... May the courage to share what is, as it is, nakedly, be felt. I love you." And a poet wrote to me that same night... "Through weary hours of bitter nights It helps if we can fix our sight upon the rays of morning." Laurie Corzett So God sent two angels last night to ease my grief and tell me to walk on. The scars will not go away. My hope is to let light shine upon them. Maybe honest confession is always heard. Vicki Woodyard http://www.bobwoodyard.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 5, 2004 Report Share Posted April 5, 2004 Dear Vicki... May you write your naked truth until the light of the sun's rays washes away your pain in a flash of blessed radiance. See you there :-) Love, Joyce - skiplaurel Monday, April 05, 2004 12:05 PM When the Stars Go Out When the Stars Go OutWhen the stars go out, and they sometimes do, it can feel totally dark. Last night was such a time for me. Suddenly something lit up the inner sky for me. A friend from Canada wrote, telling me to hang in there...that I was needed. I wept copiously. Not just buckets and floods, but a spate of tears fell into piles of tissue. I tell you, I was overcome with grief. I have been slogging on through darkness for far too long. I laugh about it; I write about it. That is not enough; it has overtaken me. What is the "it" that I cannot conquer? Anger at my situation. Mad at God for causing such suffering in my family. Mad because he gave my old friend ovarian cancer. Because someone criticized my writing and I let him get to me. I tell you, last night was a turning point for me.This friend from Canada who wrote gave me back the gift of my anger. He said, "May the unacceptable anger behind the acceptable sadness be turned to clear wrathful compassion......May the courage to share what is, as it is, nakedly, be felt. I love you."And a poet wrote to me that same night..."Through weary hours of bitter nightsIt helps if we can fix our sightupon the rays of morning." Laurie CorzettSo God sent two angels last night to ease my grief and tell me to walk on. The scars will not go away. My hope is to let light shine upon them. Maybe honest confession is always heard.Vicki Woodyardhttp://www.bobwoodyard.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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