This reflection is a part of a month-long series titled, 30 Days of Healing, as we seek to be instruments of peace and change
As we attempt to heal and support others in their healing, we understand that some days are a little tougher than others.
Today was one of those days.
This morning, I participated in a brief funeral procession for my uncle who recently passed away. I was moved by what I saw as I drove past his Church, his home, and his final resting place.
Here is a short reflection on what I saw:
The prospering trees were overcome
by the charcoal sketched backdrop.
The eyes of loved ones and strangers
were as heavy as their broken hearts.
As I processed to bid farewell, the hungry lined up too,
awaiting nourishment on the quiet corner.
Essential workers waited for their ride,
as others carried leaden bags and unsettled guilt.
All were bruised from these past months,
shackled by the masks hanging off their worn and tired faces.
Down these roads I thought of those not so far away,
filled with shattered glass and shattered dreams.
Some burning, some yearning.
Some crying, all hurting.
Hope was a distant feeling,
Healing left best for another day.
As we passed his home, a neighbor stood vigil.
He watched the cars pass by and hung his head in sorrow.
Another good one gone too soon.
This morning, a dear colleague and friend provided these timely words by author and fashion designer Audrey Kitching on her social media page:
“Healing doesn’t have to look magical or pretty. Real healing is hard, exhausting, and draining. Let yourself go through it. Don’t try to paint it as anything other than what it is. Be there for yourself with no judgement.”
As you journey through those most difficult of days, I pray that you are gentle with yourself. Healing will occur as it occurs.
Be patient with yourself and with the many wounded others that share this journey with you. Might we all grow through the brokenness to eventually fulfill the title of wounded healer and to have better days for all.