For Mike, Three Years Later

“Sandcastles Between the Tides of Sorrow and Time”

–by Richard Beck (shared with permission)

This is the end of theology.
The end of speaking
words into the air,
pretending that these syllables
gave us traction
and marked our progress.
Looking back,
we never moved.
There was only a babel filling
the intervals between our suffering.
Hastily constructed sandcastles
between the tides of sorrow and time.

Our sentences will continue
adding to the chorus of life
of crickets, wolves, and the birds of springtime.
The sounds and calls we make
to know we are not alone.
But this place will remind
with the deep ache of memory
that all doctrine has been reduced
to the singularities and wreckage of faith–
Only silence.
Only tears.
Only love.

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4 responses to this post.

  1. “the deep ache of memory”

    Happy and tragic memories alike seem to have their own ache. I hope your ache is drenched in the Spirit, Kim.

    Tim

    Reply

  2. beautiful…love you, kim.

    Reply

  3. Thanks, guys.

    Reply

  4. Saying a prayer for you and your family right now…

    Reply

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