This is a not-so-morbid poem about death. I think death needs to be talked about, written about, read about, thought about without the labels that seem to always be applied to it. I’m all for the mystery.
This poem about grieving speaks to keeping an open mind and heart. It’s certainly a practice, which means that it’s ongoing (one day could house all the stages of grief) and requires our attention.
Grief has taught me that loving is extraordinary similar to living: maybe, two lines in the same poem. I share these brief poems about grief to highlight the not-so-morbid ideas that death is part of the circle of life; that without an end, something couldn’t begin; and maybe circles don’t really have endings or beginnings, just continuations.
Healing is a moment-to-moment experience. It is one reason we need time and space—to digest all that happens. Here are some poems about healing to give your times and spaces a serving of grace.
Love seems to be confused with our perceived connection to it. Love is not painful, but when we feel that we have lost our connection to it, the pain stemming from the loss can run deep. I want to share a handful of brief, but powerful, notes about what love really means. May they serve your connections.
I’m not sure that we’re ever ready for a loved one to pass away. Even after all this time, I am still not ready. Yet, these reflections on grieving are radiant with life because to have loved has turned out to mean: to have lived. What greater gift could I, my living soul, have asked for?
Love inevitably leads back to love. That usually (probably always) means that sorrow is going to get thrown into the mix. Love, however, doesn’t stop. It may seem like it stops, but it morphs and flows; it’s powerful, eternal like that. This small collection of grief poetry is a reminder that “again” happens too.
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