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You thought
you had hit
every layer possible,
that you had found
the far limit
of your sorrow,
of your grief.
Now the world falls
from beneath your feet
all over again,
as if the wound
were opening
for the first time,
only now with
an ache you recognize
as ancient.
Here is the time
for kindness—
your own, to yourself—
as you fall…
---Jan Richardson
WORDS OF HOPE
Unexpected sorrow swept over me this morning after reading of the death of the last member of one of the uncontacted indigenous groups in Brazil. It marked the first recorded disappearance of an isolated tribe.* Officials from Brazil’s indigenous protection agency found him covered in feathers, lying in a hammock, his age probably about 60. His practice of digging 10 foot holes around his hut had garnered him the name The Man of the Holes. Though I did not even know who his gods were—or even if he believed—I began to pray, entrusting his soul to the God beyond all names.
The last man.
Hollowed out words bespeaking loss and compelling my grieving.
To be sure, sometimes “the last” is a spirit-lifting phrase: the last mortgage payment, the last chemotherapy treatment, the last set of college exams.
But often it has evocations of loss and even devastation: the last of one’s family of origin, the last expression of love, the last man to speak Taushuro (an Amazonian dialect), the last remnants of rapidly disappearing glaciers, the last black rhino.
A trail of final things unfolds: Adam and Eve’s last longing look into Eden, the Judeans last glimpses of home before the Babylonian exile, the disciples’ last earthly meal with Jesus.
Once grief cracks open your heart, all manner of losses touch you—the last man, the death of a great oak, the thousand flood-deaths in Pakistan, the loss of kindness in society, school children torn apart by automatic weapons, and so much more. In one of her poems Mary Oliver asserts that she has written to “ break your heart by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.”
May it be so.
PRAYER
Holy Comforter and Healer, when sorrow takes us to new rooms of the heart, help us find unexpected treasures in the dark. Amen.
DEVOTION AUTHOR
Dr. Pat Saxon
*New York Times, 8/29/2022
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