Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Nets under bridges


Heard in the news today.
Cities build nets under bridges.

For those jumping.  Those in despair.
Depression digging deep with darkness.

And we grieve.
And we will miss you, Mr. Williams.

And we are sorry.  No net could catch you.
And keep you safe.

Knowing now.  As we do.
Behind that handsome smile.

Brilliant comedy. Outrageous creativity.
Spilling all over our lives.
The gift of impromptu.  Genius even.
Handing out laughter with ease. 
And we. 
Laughing with you and loving you.
And embracing carpe diem shouting loud.

Believing it even. 

And even though you told us.
We didn't really listen.

That you suffered.

And while tributes pouring in.

Being reminded.

That for you.  Deep down.  All along.  
Despair and pain throbbing loud.
Beneath the humor.  The talent.  The smile.

And that may yet be your greatest legacy.

To show us.

Not enough to build nets under bridges.

We need each other.
In the raw and in the ugly.
When the pain churns heavy.

Because.  No one really wants to do this.

And so I thank you, Mr. Williams.
For the laughter.  But also.
For the honesty.
Amidst star struck and funny.
And all this world has to offer.

Telling the truth.  Always.
Through your life and even now.

About darkness and despair consuming.
That dark vortex of depression.
In order to validate.  The pain.  In others.
And helping to remove the stigma.

Society judging.

And hanging nets under bridges.

When what is needed is so much more.

The being there with someone.
Validation and love.
Empathy and compassion.
The courage to speak out.
To get help.  To help others.

God knows. 
Life is hard.  On so many levels.
And we struggle.

And He.
Offering unfathomable love.
And scandalous grace.
To rescue our weary souls.

And even that.  Sometimes.
Not enough to stop the sickness.
But His arms ready to catch us.

Better than nets.  Under bridges.

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