grief came courting me during the night
her fields so soft and fragile
I buried myself in the whole of her unbroken darkness
until a tiny beacon of light cut through the night:
sorrow has its inner light, murmured the new day
in the arc of stillness, it burns away the emptiness
gone so long now, I yielded to the rays of a sun drenched morning
closed my eyes and drank the golden elixir of sun
warmth caressed my throat, as if it would hold me there forever
I awoke in the spaces where love never fails
my spirit quickening to the footsteps of a new day rushing in
a breath, a pulse, a desire carries me forward
@heartsdeesire
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That’s breathtakingly beautiful, Beth; so tender.
I’ve been allowing myself to feel deep grief over the devastation in Japan these past two weeks, and this description truly captures the experience . . . the falling into it, then the slow rise through acceptance, and perspective, and healing.
Thank you for this.
Susan
Oh thank you so much, Susan. In a few days I will post a dedication for Japan.