Today is the feast of the apostle Saint Bartholomew / Nathaniel, which inspired me to write this haibun:
I sit crying due to unexplained yet expected emotional pain. It’s not a surprise, but there is little I can do to prepare. The only way out is through. The only way through is to believe that some greater good may, through grace, arise from this half-dead and deadly place. “Can these bones live?”* “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?”** Faith gives an unequivocal assent, even if one must wait for it.
greater things to see:
angels descending, ascending
as the journey goes
* Ezekiel 37
** John 1:45-51
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