Sacred Sunday | No Words for the Writer

I’m in a space –  feeling something real,

and I can’t name it,

and every attempt to understand it

pulls me  in the wrong direction.

It’s an exhausting place to be.

Not dramatic — just silently heavy.

And the hardest part of that space is:

there’s nothing to do with it.

No action.

No clarity.

No resolution.

No sentence that lands.

Just .… be in it.

So instead of trying to push forward,

I meet myself  in the only honest place there is:

I don’t know what this feeling is.

I don’t know why it’s here.

I don't know what it means.

And right now, I don’t have to.

It’s ok

if meaning takes time.

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