24 Jul


I so identify with this.
I mean, this could be a really bad snippet –
keeping quiet in situations when we need to be shouting from rooftops.
But in this ongoing pastoral journey that often makes me wish in spades that I had listened to my dad and tried the whole accounting thing after all (could crunching numbers possibly hurt more than witnessing crunched lives?)
I see things.
I do.
I see pain and elation, beauty and ugliness, despair and hope. And such suffering.
It’s probably at those times most,
each bedside of suffering.
I see so much.
And yet I sense that to say anything – especially to blog or post it out there – would defile it, would hijack the moment, would co-opt the pain as if it were my own.
The seven thunders of suffering speak, but the revelation must be sealed.

Oh yes, this happens a lot.

It’s a tricky business, this knowing the time to speak, to write,
and the time for tacenda.

Good word.




Posted by on July 24, 2014 in Quotations, Suffering


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2 responses to “ta-‘chen-da

  1. After the Masters

    July 24, 2014 at 6:49 pm

    So much more healing is accomplished by silence then we could ever pretend to conceive or believe.

  2. wordhaver

    July 24, 2014 at 9:28 pm

    So true!


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