Mary Grace van der Kroef is a poet, writer, and
artist from Ontario, Canada.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like a good
cup of coffee and heart-to-heart talks with friends.
She uses her writing to highlight those simple
things while encouraging others and exploring her
own inner world.
She is a follower of Jesus Christ and writes from a
Christian worldview.
She believes every person, regardless of
circumstance, is a creative being whose stories are
important. She cherishes people's differences, and
believes diverse stories are imperative to
understanding what it is to be human.
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There was life and when it passed it left an absence behind.
That gap gives structure as it works alongside presence.
Look for the stories of absence. They are everywhere, just like the stories of those that help are always present in the middle of tragedy. We need both as surely as we need bread.
We usually leave our Christmas Tree up until the end of January. We can’t always get a real tree, but in the years we do it’s a slow battle with falling needles and my love for the scent of natural pine.
We watch as the moisture slowly leaches from branches despite regular watering. This tree was cut and its time has come.
Ironic that my love for a living thing pushed me to kill it.
It reminds me of that someone who was born long ago, just to die.
You might ask why I am writing about this now, Christmas is over, isn’t it? Our open celebration of it might be, but it is always a reminder and an arrow pointing to another tree cut long ago. We are in an in-between time, the perfect time to remember.
What small thing gives you a smile in it unexpectedly glints at you from a tabletop, or child’s cheek?
What makes you groan with annoyance when dumped in a pile, hang hangs around for months only to bring a tear to your eye when you remember that sweet soul you miss?
Glitter, I often don’t like you, but many are the things you can teach me.