Losing someone we love, dying
before our eyes,
before their time,
we are caught in-between,
wishing the past, dreading the future.
So we come into the present.
We stop. And we grieve.
If it feels we can’t go on
it’s because we haven’t yet
freed our sorrow.
So we grieve.
We let what is inside out.
We bear witness.
We say the unsaid.
We unburden.
And there, shattered,
weak, bereft and pierced,
the Beloved meets us.
And then we make our sorrow into life.
In tears, in song,
in hands taken, in art audacious,
in dance unbound as if flinging our hearts,
this lack, this breech in us
gives birth, becomes a new creation.
We pause in our Gethsemane
so we can go on
to the agonizing love
we are called to.
Our tears become our strength,
flowing out into the world.
Blessed are you who weep now,
for you will laugh.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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