The Saddest Thing
A brand new poem & reading by Julia
The Saddest Thing
I am certain the saddest thing is stuffing the stuff that makes you most you, squelching the sorrow until sorrow makes you sick, celebrating someone else's shine while snuffing your own. Never beginning. Stopping mid-stride. Caging the truth. The saddest thing is holding in the holy rather than letting it breathe, catch fire— burn burn burn, a candle in the window on the darkest dark night. Imagine if the sun shushed her shine? If lotus was too afraid to unfold? If the songbird swallowed his song? The saddest thing is leaving, leaving the mud, the soil, the seeds, the sea of what's here—leaving your own skin, your own certainty— leaving yourself out when you count what is holy.
Have you ever shushed your shine? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments under this post (over on my Substack page).
Click below to listen to Julia read The Saddest Thing (Gorgeous background music entitled Wonderment by Moonlight Echoes)
Dear Julia, this sums exactly what I wrote in my diary today. Coincidence or God’s nudging to say: “Child, what you experienced is part of a shared tapestry of life?”
It couldn’t have landed at a better time. I feel so validated in my quest for meaning, healing and growth. Thank you & Blessings
Cat
This is gorgeous. Thank you for sharing it with us.