My friends have asked me about our week at SIRS, and I’ve realized how inadequate I am for the task of trying to communicate the experience rather than the content. Kelly Hall shared her experience through the medium of poetry. Maybe poetry can get us closer to the truth than the outlines, videos and sound bites.
Reflections on the Summer
Institute of Recovery Studies
by Kelly Hall
reach out, beloved,
unfold one arm, yes;
then the other, thank you…
let Me come between them.
Whatever space you make for me, I will reside.
Stretch yourself, breathe.
Grace yourself, breathe.
I will make Myself at home,
You will be My living room!
I’ll invite more of Me to Myself
and continue to alter this space
that you can bear this world
and even more, embrace it with Me.
Its through your arms
that I will cradle nurslings and the dying,
Pound drums with the thriving,
support the barely surviving…
Yes, with open arms
we will receive joy and mourning;
we’ll clean up, stall out, and fight on
we’ll lift and let down,
be vulnerable and strong—
with these arms!
Through these lanky, expressive tools of the trade
we’ll love again and again…
So, I bless their hands to act as My own,
to connect as Me, to love through Me.
You feel inadequate at times,
you have a direct view of your insufficiency,
your wounds, your hidden mess…
Don’t take your eyes off of Me!
I AM still breathing, thinking, creating…
pondering new ways to
impart love and grace to you…
It’s you and Me.
So, share us,
touch them, pass Me on.
Love who I love
and give what I give
because I tell you truly,
the more of the lost you come to know,
the more found you become yourself.
The part of you that is Me
will have found the part of Me that is them.
And, O how I love them,
and, O how I love you!
Trust, My love,
that your arms, though small,
can hold this world
because I have made my home within them—
with all that I AM…
I give all I can give.
there is eternally more to come.