The Empty Well

Grief is an empty well,

where the voice of the beloved echoes

but cannot be answered.

Grief is the silent sky,

after lightening cracks open the heavens,

and thunder shakes the earth.

Grief is grasping,

for something you can no longer hold,

that is just out of reach.

Grief is heavy,

austere and grim as a Puritan zealot,

who sees joy as sin.

Grief, harsh teacher, bitter companion,

who steals the treasure of hope,

who must be endured, the consequence of immeasurable love.

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5 thoughts on “The Empty Well

  1. David June 24, 2018 / 12:02 pm

    Achingly beautiful, as always! Love you sis!

  2. Janet Wheeler June 24, 2018 / 12:12 pm

    I don’t even know if I believe in god but I pray for you to be able to get through each day, to lean on your husband and kids, remember each molecule of Daniel, to have moments of contentment and moments of joy in-between the sorrow. xo

  3. glendalandis June 24, 2018 / 7:47 pm

    A lament well put dear grieving Mama. What a precious photo of Dan!

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