Grieving

Grief

Poetry is a path forward for me as a smothering grief slowly and painfully, but slowly, opens and I begin, haltingly, to breathe again.. 

I find that in John O’Donohue’s poem, “For Grief.”

Gradually, you will learn acquaintance

With the invisible form of your departed;

And when the work of grief is done,

The wound of loss will heal

And you will have learned

To wean your eyes

From that gap in the air

And be able to enter the hearth

In your soul where your loved one

Has awaited your return all the time.

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It is my faith that finds peace among my sorrow, tells me what I believe is true, gives me the courage to go on, and helps me to find the welcoming “hearth in my soul.” Amen.