I watched a covenant rip. I heard the slow tearing of the promise of two hearts and I felt the desperate reaching of my fingers to mend the frayed edges of two lives- fall short against the ragged edge.
We were all bleeding in the end.
All that remains now is the violence that comes from ownership. “Mine, mine….this IS MINE.” Like seagulls tearing apart a washed up meal upon the shore…all that is left is bones.
I do, became I -don’t -know, became I can’t, became I wont, became…goodbye.
She ran to her faith, he ran to himself and the work of his hands.
They both ran. I watched the dust ascend as the taillights signaled their separate ways.
I longed to call them to the table one more time, to set before them the feast that forgiveness brings, the joy in the cup of reconciliation, to sing to them the hymn of unity, but their eyes had already gone dim, and their ears could no longer hear. ” NO ” had taken hold of their heart as “Yes “left with the slipping of the ring.
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Such a beautiful description of a terrible sadness…
We are experiencing this right now. Our son’s wife doesn’t want to be married anymore. We watch in dismay as our granddaughter’s world is torn apart. We weep and pray foir dreams lost and a covenant broken. It hurts. Leaning hard on God’s goodness and grace.
I am so sorry to hear this Ronda. Prayers of comfort and strength for you in this season of tearing. My tears mingle with yours.