Aching Place

Hand reaching towards the sun

There is a place,
an aching place.
A nowhere,
neither-here-nor-there place;
longing, liminal.
where all the pain of the world is gathered up.
It’s floor is engraved
with the prayers
of those who have dared
to wait there.
Who have reached out
to touch the tears of God.

©Rev. Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC
23rd September 2011


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