Each person who enters our life, every experience we have, is a teacher. Some things we learn amaze us, some trouble us. Everyone we have loved has become a part of us … And no relationship created in love can ever die.
~ John E. Welshons
Grief is a dark hallway,
where memories gather,
and demand to be known.
It’s the first light at dawn when thoughts awaken the sleeper.
Sometimes it’s intense sunshine,
that makes eyes blink,
and sears the breath.
Grief lights candles when the pain is too hard to bear,
and watches the flame flicker,
messages from the other side.
It’s still talking,
still believing in love,
At times grief is not being able to breathe,
being drowned in an ocean of tears,
swallowed into nothingness
hoping for death.
It’s about trying to tread softly on the earth,
when the soul is so fragile,
it can hardly lift its head off the pillow.
It’s whispering in the dark,
knowing grief’s voice is heard somewhere.
It’s trying to keep the body in tune with the rhythms of nature,
and still enjoying the distraction of the sunset.
Though, sometimes grief hides out and licks its wounds,
it also throws pity parties,
hoping someone will bring cake!
It dares to step out of the house on a warm summers day,
in the nakedness of itself,
where staring eyes, throw pitiful glances
and unthinking tongues wag!
It’s walking the path alone in a alien world,
where only those who have walked before
Words and thoughts get burned into painful pieces of life
and grief asks…
“will they eventually burn out and fade with time?”
Grief is always looking to the dawn of a new tomorrow
where hope can put the pieces back together,
even if it’s in another shape and form.
It’s never forgetting,
it’s clinging to what’s left,
it’s summoning the dead,
it’s losing faith…..
and then it’s finding a new belief that cannot be broken down by mere mortals.
Grief believes what it has always believed,
deep in the pit of creation,
before the beginning of time,
that all Earthlings are made of stardust
and relationships made of love never die!
Grief forgives those who harm,
those whose tongues speak without thinking.
Grief requires tenderness and love for its healing,
it wallows in kindness!
Grief dares the mourner to live again!