Let GRIEF be your Sister [Brother]…
Let GRIEF be your Sister [Brother]…
Let her damp, moist hair
be your comforter…the place where you rest your head.
Let her solitary arms
hold you even after you’ve stopped
shaking.
Let her ‘beating’ heart absorb the
rhythms of your pulse
be joined, be joined, be joined.
Sit with her by the sea—
stay with her until the moon rises
and the stars begin dancing on the water.
Cry with her and let your voice
go out to sea with the waves
moving with the ebb and flow of the tides.
Listen to her—
hear her ‘unspoken’ voice—
she will not rush you—
of this you can be sure.
She’ll ask you to stay longer
and suggest you sip
from the cup
holding the tears
you’ve lovingly collected.
Drink, drink, drink
until you’re full—
laugh now
laugh until
you’ve emptied
the weight of the chalice
once full.
When you’re ready,
greet the sunrise
and blinded by its light
Trust this time of ‘unseeing’—
hold the mystery
and return to her
whenever you need.
Sandy, this is so beautiful on so many levels. Thank you for the Beauty and Grace you share in your writings. God Bless You!
Blessings in Abundance back to/for YOU:)