Drying Inward From the Edge

 
I know what my heart is like
      Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
      Left there by the tide,
      A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay “Ebb”
 
 

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded;
not with the fanfare of epiphany,
but with pain gathering its things,
packing up,
and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

— Khaled Hosseini from The Kite Runner

My mother was seven years younger than I am now when my father left her for a younger woman.  For months my mother withered, crying until there were no more tears left, drying inward from her edges.  

It took ten years, but he came back like an overdue high tide.   She was sure her love had died but the tepid pool refilled, the incoming water cool to the touch, finally overflowing beyond imagining.

4 thoughts on “Drying Inward From the Edge

  1. I know this story all too well. I said “I do” once again to my first love 27 years later after he left for another woman. That kind of story doesn’t happen very often. That’s the gospel at work.

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  2. Emily and Dee,
    What miracles you two have witnessed and lived! My heart is hopeful for God to mend what has been shattered in a way that only He can do.
    Deb

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