I see you weary and weighed
in the slow catastrophe,
carrying the wreckage with you.
I know your longing,
the loneliness, the empty place.
Beloved, you are doing a hard thing.
Try to be as kind to yourself as I am.
Forgive yourself. Appreciate your resilience.
Give thanks for what has sustained you.
You are weary, as you ought to be.
Give yourself permission
to savor what renews you.
You are grieving, for a horizon
that always walks ahead of you,
for a touch you can’t have.
Let yourself mourn, let the sky hear.
The earth knows your song.
Be gentle with yourself, Beloved.
You are doing a hard thing.
I am with you. I believe in you.
This is my word to you, on this long road:
we will make it through.
We will make it through.
November 20, 2020