indigo is the joy and lament of a human being theologian father
fashioning new ideas about the divine within the painful loss of his daughter within the constraints of his own intelligence within the constraints of what religion had been telling him his whole life some of which was good and some of which wasn’t good
it’s a way forward where forward means the interaction of past choices past events and personal agency in this moment and this moment and … yes, this moment
it’s the hope on the underside of grief like the pilot fish with the shark around the whale within a section of ocean an ecosystem of depth and light and slow-motion shadows oceanographic poetry that breaks the surface from time to time that breaks one’s heart from time to time
indigo is the color of grief for its gradation of sapphires and violets descending into violence or ascending into lightness the beauty of which is found in both extremes entanglement the divine infused within the whole the hole infused within the divine
read it for cursing for weeping for laughing read it for mourning
Jonathan Foster’s beautiful yet profound poetry traces his journey into profound grief as he faces the absence of something that left a “no-thing” and finds a “some-thing” in the absence. He wrestles with deep questions grief raises and finds possibilities that “sound about right” to him.
“indigo: the color of grief” is the voice of a friend to those wading through grief. It is also a graceful reminder of the joys and risks of love for all of us.
A truly powerful examination of grief through the lens of what I can only imagine as a most devastating loss. It's the kind of poetry that emanates pure emotion and presents avenues for empathy and space for questions—doing exactly what the best of writing does.
This is a beautiful and poignant view of part of the grief process. Lovely and heartbreaking imagery spoken both sparingly and lovingly. Highly recommend.
We are walking alongside several parents who have recently recently and unexpectedly lost their adult child. This book was such a powerful and poignant. Reminder that simple, silent friendship is the only thing we can offer. Thank you, Jonathan!
I have done a lot of professional reading on grief. This one is a good resource for personal reflection. It's raw and real, and spells out the awkward reality of grief. In other words, it's me. Maybe you, too.
I rarely write reviews of books I have read. I felt compelled with this stunningly beautiful, heartbreakingly painful, exquisite little (huge) book. I love, love, love, love, this poetic walk through grief and love and life. I will carry this quote with me forever, “friend is the name we give to people who are with us in hell” It is narrative, it is poetry. As one reviewer asked, “What is this terrible beauty?”
Indigo is a collection of words that somehow conveys the very sentiments that seem impossible to put into words…of the beauty that is found amidst grief. It’s intimate, vulnerable, comforting. It will break your heart wide open to wrestle with non-coercive love.
A Grief Observed, Poetically In January of 2025, the Jonathan Foster family lost their twenty-year-old daughter, the result of a car accident. In indigo: the color of grief, Foster--a father, former pastor, theologian, podcaster—decided to write about his grief through poetry. In the preface, he explains his reason for choosing a poetic form. He writes: “maybe I liked to idea of lower case theology something that doesn’t SHOUT” Someone once said that poetry is prose without adverbs, meaning that if all verbs are carefully chosen the writer does not need adverbs to explain them. Foster does not need many adverbs because he so carefully and creatively uses the English language. Sometimes his poetry is musically staccato. For example, followed older son upstairs night after his sister died at the top step he turned put his hand up stopping me stopping the reality… this hurts too much At other times, his poetry is lyrical and narrative. The author has artfully structured his poetry. He often carefully chooses parallel terms, such as God’s Word coming to us through “conviction/whispers/hints/text/courage, intuitions/ admonition/commitment/ songs….” On occasion, the last concept of a poetry will become the main concept of the next one. Indigo is, of course, a reddish blue color, but it is also the color associated with devotion, justice, creativity, dignity and wisdom. Indigo as the color of grief is particularly appropriate. If blue signifies sadness, the red color adds some anger to the emotion. The why question comes up so easily, especially when a young person dies. Why did my fifty-year-old son-in-law have to die after a six-year journey with cancer, leaving a young wife and four children? Leaving a void in our extended family. Foster confronts the why question head on and concludes his poetic exploration, subtly echoing St. Paul, with the following: “Why do bad things happen? Why do good things happen? But the greatest of these things is Why do good things happen?” Indigo; the color of grief artfully and heartfeltly explores the depth, width and height of losing someone, and he does so with minimum words. Robert L Otte, Librarian LaGrave Avenue Church
Jonathan Foster has somehow summoned the strength to not only share his very real experience and relationship with grief but to also create a space for the rest of us. The writing of Indigo welcomes any honest examination of pain, suffering, and loss we might be willing to risk. Foster carefully invites us to recognize cosmologies that do not integrate sorrow and despair as repressive delusions. He doesn’t use his experience to manipulate or push or even presume. Instead, he sits still, locking eyes with heartbreak, allowing us to listen in on their dialogue. I plan on giving this book to others, and I know I will return to it in solitude and solidarity.
I read this book about a year ago, and yet it still comes into my thoughts. As I read, it held my interest and moved me from beginning to end. The language is beautiful. In many places it's like reading poetry. Generally poetry holds my interest for only a few stanzas, but this book goes places, explores minds and emotions, develops a story with deep reflections as your read, so it both held my narrative interest and pleased the part of me that likes poetic language. Thanks Jonathan Foster for letting me see into your heart and mind!
I sorrow for the author's sufferings. But I am grateful for the existence of this book, that something so wise and beautiful can come out of such tragedy. This itself gives me hope.
grieving is the longing for home
So says Foster. And so the reading of this book allows for a kind of homecoming into our own lives.
I read it in one sitting. I'll read it again, slower next time. It is real and raw and poetic. The formatting is unique and perfect. It doesn't offer answers, but an invitation to be free from the answers that are unhelpful and harmful - and there find permission/hope/freedom/love in the pain. I'd recommend it to all who carry grief and all who care for those who carry grief.
I’m glad I read this book. In verse, the author tells the story of his life and faith in the midst of his daughter’s death in a car accident. I’m impressed and moved by the spareness and sparseness of the language, of the story, of the pain, of the love. It is a powerful story, well told. I keep listening.
I was moved to tears by Jonathan’s masterful storytelling. It felt like stepping into a blinding pelting rain, as grief surrounded me. And yet, in the midst of the storm came a gentle blanket of grace, the possibility of hope rising.