Waiting in Wilderness: A Whisper Will Be Heard

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

~Yehuda Amichai “The Place Where We Are RIght” from A Touch of Grace

Field with Plowing Farmers by Vincent Van Gogh
Painting “Plowing the Field” by Joyce Lapp

Sometimes I am so certain I am right, remaining firm in my convictions no matter what. Yet when there is no movement, the ground beneath my feet hardens with my stubborn trampling. Nothing new can grow without my crushing it underfoot; any possibility becomes impossible.

Sometimes I harbor doubts and uncertainties, digging and churning up the ground upon which I stand. When things are turned over, again and again, new weeds and seeds will take root. Sorting them out becomes my challenge, determining what to nurture and what is worthless.

As I look ahead to this coming week, treading the familiar ground of the events of Holy Week, I cannot help but question and wonder: how can this impossible Love save those, who like me, feel dry and hard and devoid of possibility or who unwittingly allow weeds to proliferate?

Then I hear it, like a whisper. Yes, it is true. Loved despite sometimes being hard ground, or growing weeds or lying fallow as a rocky path.

I too will rise again from the ruins. I too will arise.

photo by Joel DeWaard

2 thoughts on “Waiting in Wilderness: A Whisper Will Be Heard

  1. You wrote… “*Sometimes I am so certain I am right, * *remaining firm in my convictions no matter what.” *

    *That was me.*

    “*Sometimes I harbor doubts and uncertainties, * *digging and churning up the ground upon which I stand. * *When things are turned over, again and again, * *new weeds and seeds will take root. * *Sorting them out becomes my challenge, * *determining what to nurture and what is worthless.* *That is me now**.*

    *”I too will rise again from the ruins. * *I too will arise.”* *May it be so…for me too!* *Linda Ziegler*

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