Is so sweet and tender.

A deep connection to those we have lost.

an intense separation.

How terrible and marvelous,

That we can feel this deeply,

This cellular inter-habituation,

With beings we love.

Grief may be the highest form of such love,

For it urges us on,

To reach again,

Knowing the terrible cost of loss,

Yet so precious we cannot ignore it’s calling,

Without a precarious divorce from our selves,

From our hearts,

Which hopefully never stop welcoming,

The seasons of relationship,

That invite us,

Over and over, to be better,

To love more,

To grow in grace and wisdom,

And in knowing the immeasurable gifts,

Of being born human and flawed,

And still capable,

Beyond death, of more.

Published by janetlandis

I am a mother, a nurse, a caregiver and a writer.

2 thoughts on “Grief

  1. So beautiful to read this as I drift through this Christmas time. I see Michael alll around me in the beauty he left behind. He is part of me and even though the tears flow as if it were yesterday that he left us. Thank you Janet,
    for this beautiful poem that reminds me to love more and feel the grace that is there for me in this gift of love.

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