We Are Human, Siri

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We Are Human, Siri

Last night Siri didn’t want to talk about God or Jesus
And my daughter asked her too about heaven and the cross
She didn’t know about Boston or pain
Or the burning desire to run and scream
Or run and hide, or just run ragged to the end of an outstretched
mirage of a horizon, legs burning lactate build up, gripping pain
So we let her off the hook and laughed
But we are still hanging by a thread
She told Siri to call her princess and to wake her up at 6:40
That’s nice
She can refer all those questions to a human and she did
She has a nice new Lilly Pulitzer case to hide in
But  we are cradled in the arms of the most High while
We ache about shattered limbs
And life in a chair, but it is still life
What were we thinking
A little mother daughter chat with an android voice
When the Creator of the Universe was available and is
We are human and so there is grace

I want to run and scream like a wild one and fling and flail
Arms swinging like helicopter blades
Expending crazy mad energy
I am human and I hurt
And I am in the company of millions
But we are covered by The Creator
Each deliriously painful moment of grief and loss heard
Siri can defer the questions to a human
I, thankfully can take all of mine to Him.
Bent, weak, bowed and shaken.
Humanity runs to the cross

under  a covering of love.

Siri, if you only knew such love

But the last word is always hope and His
And fear won’t strangle bold and brave
And bombs can’t rob our souls
Human kindness runs to aid
Man helps man and God loves man
Broken, fragile, wounded man
And hearts are broken but still beat
Blood runs hard and fast but so does
Compassion at the scene and in the world

Siri, if you only knew

The love of God most High

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With Jennifer today for #tellhisstory and with Emily and my team at Imperfect Prose on Thursdays

When Tragedy Shifts Perspective–Looking Through A Lense Of Love

(Today I am linking up with some other bloggers over at Lisa Jo’s The Gypsy Mama. This is a five-minute writing fun excercise where you write for five minutes without editing, just write based on a prompt.  Today’s prompt word is “opportunity”.  This is my first time so we’ll see what flat out writing for five minutes will look like on a page.  Hope its not a big train wreck of a mess.}

Would you consider taking this opportunity to visit my writing facebook page.  And I would love for you to like it, but only if you really like to.  I think you may find a morsel or two of good stuff coming up soon. Its growing like a little tomato plant getting lots of love, fertilizer and tlc. Thanks. And I will take this opportunity to thank you for being right here.

WhenTragedy Shifts Perspective-Looking Through A Lense of Love

The fresh-faced college girls stay in touch after the reunion. And when one hurts there is a dutiful one in the group who is gifted in telling so Empathy and Love can sit beside.

So the hearts of the once perky young carefrees who are now mommas can now know  what life is bringing to bear on this group of women, once locked at the hip by promise and furture, bright opportunity caling out loud.

In the line of the email as it pops up in Gmail I see tragic screaming like a mean siren on red engine fire truck, screaming and honking something is bad wrong. Something deeply painful is out there in the lines of the electronic message.

And later my wise momma friend who loves five deeply and speaks wisdom beyond her years tries to understand right beside me though she is a days car ride away.

She tells how she just tells hers everyday how much she loves them and how wonderful they are.  More wisdom, a deep black column like a monument to Hope and Love stand on the page of the Facebook Message site. It is tall and bold, processing pain looking for understanding.

And all I hear is go look for opportunity to love today.  Go seek ways to tell love anew, to affirm fresh, to spend time being and loving.  Be creative in looking for those small opportunities to just be with your child and tell him you love him as he is, where he is.  This sounds like how Jesus loves me, to me.

But I had to hear tragedy, and loss and hear of a broken beyond imaginable heart of a momma losing her son to send me running, no chasing, no sprinting breathlessly after opportunity today.

{I believe I may have gone over five minutes.  Grace needed here. Grace appreciated here.}

Linking up with  Beholding Glory today for the first time too for Faith Filled Friday. A Day of Firsts.