Day Eight

Shakin’ the Blues Awayit

I look into the blue for answers

I want it to come from a place
I cannot fathom, because,
maybe something I don’t know
or see or understand will answer
and the answer will palliate the pain
I can barely hold

She murmurs the petition, Lordy,
why do we have to ask love’s failing,
love’s loss,
can’t I see
she is blue

She was wrapped in blue by unknown hands.
When was the first time her robes flowed
the color of sky weeping into a sea of fishermen
who one day would journey away

Love is delivered in innumerable shipments,
loss just as manifold

It’s part of the deal

Blue skies smile
The blues wail

It’s all perspective

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Author’s Note:

Losing someone you love leaves a hole so deep it’s difficult to take a breath big enough to fill it in in order to stay alive.

We put our doggie down this week, a good and right decision. But the wash of blue rolls over and over me again, and again and again.

This week, this month, this year have made me wonder about words in scripture, in poetry, in lyrics, in our day-to-day musings.

I reach for an answer and come back once again to Presence. I am on a journey here – this moment, right now – making my way to fully embrace all that Is.

And sometimes it hurts. It’s part of the deal.

Lexanne

Above image: Nature’s Love Song by Ioyan Mani

Am I Blue? – Billie Holiday