Monday, January 21, 2013


I see scales, sometimes hung as a necklace -- heavy and binding, hemming and secure. Their weight is of consequence but despite their own function, their substance is incalculable. These weights, with their cups and their arms hang right above me, and pronounce either a sagging grace or an embattled truth.

We are told: "Do not let kindness and truth leave you; bind them around your neck,
write them on the tablet of your heart." (Proverbs 3:3) And thus the scales are weighed. I imagine this life as a series of tracks upon which I walk, bridling my steps in moving aright; the reins of my soul being tugged, tightened or lost by the fingers of grace within. The grasp is kept beyond me, while the principle is ingested within. The life of the Spirit in me totters and tilts as I struggle to apply and maintain in equal parts these two seemingly paradoxical themes.

In the pictured scales rests a small blaze and a green leaf. I see life and death and the power of my tongue. I see a forest I can catch with one flash of hard-struck truth, an injustice I pass over as I am on holiday with grace -- or the weeping wound that might be cured with one collective cordial of equal parts both.

I see equilibrium in these scales, and the kindness of a God who grants stability. I see a remedy to the ailments I inflict, and a constant gauge about and within that strikes down, builds up or restrains all that restricts clear passage on this narrow way. These scales contain inexhaustible reserve of grace; one scale tips and the healing tonic of the other drips and fills until they hang there side by side.


  1. Hi Nellie
    This is my first visit to your blog when I saw your entry at Amber's. Yes, dear one, the scales of our Pappa Gid is in complete balance between grace and truth! Nice reading your thoughtful post, thank you.
    Much love XX

  2. Nellie, visiting from Amber's. Love writing and reading in community there. Your prose wraps beautiful clothing on the scale and all it bears, registers, and holds. Amazing insight. Love where you go and went with words here. I look forward to next Monday and more of the writes from women at The Run A Muck. Peace to you, elizabeth

  3. So wonderful how you describe this elusive and paradoxical balance. Happy to discover your blog through Concrete Abstractions!