He may not know it, but “Rhymes with Karouac” over at “Daily Life in a Homeless Shelter” is my blogging mentor. His openness and honesty always inspires me and his life makes me want to run from my daily routine of church meetings and politics and go and actually meet the needs of others. This is what he wrote today:
There is no ritual to rescue me from the existential emptiness that
yawns like a cavern in the middle of this night, no incantation, no
prayer that will suffice. I am Jonah in the belly of the whale,
Jeremiah weeping at the bottom of the well, Saul searching for a boy
David to sing a lullaby. I am a valley of dry bones.
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