Written in response to a friend who lost several family members in a short period of time and struggled with unresolved issues
We are the infant wanting a father's approval
who will never completely have his father's love.
We are the toddler confused that we will
never truly have super powers to stop those we love
in the world from being harmed.
We are the teenager imagining life at thirty and marriage
to a soul mate
Who in young adulthood becomes the employee
plagued by a sense that THIS chasing endless shifts of over time
cannot be all there is to life.
We are the elderly who rests uncomfortably on a laurel of bones, nothing left to do with our soul but to inspect
Memories of a young adulthood that resembled nothing
of the young adulthood we'd imagined .
And we grieve the loss and grieve the loss and grieve the loss
and feel ourselves sinking from the weight until no spirit remains
for life that lives beyond grief's curtain.
Perhaps our soul would know peace to realize that we are eventual death steeped in the miracle of life and that we
are love incarnate and divine. Grief is transitory while the
spirit we are is eternal and this is good news for it means that,
more than our grief, our spirit is our hope and healing in spite of
a million violent losses.
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-21 at 05:04
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Grief
We are the infant wanting a father's approval
who will never completely have his father's love.
We are the toddler confused that we will
never truly have super powers to stop those we love
in the world from being harmed.
We are the teenager imagining life at thirty and marriage
to a soul mate
Who in young adulthood becomes the employee
plagued by a sense that THIS chasing endless shifts of over time
cannot be all there is to life.
We are the elderly who rests uncomfortably on a laurel of bones, nothing left to do with our soul but to inspect
Memories of a young adulthood that resembled nothing
of the young adulthood we'd imagined .
And we grieve the loss and grieve the loss and grieve the loss
and feel ourselves sinking from the weight until no spirit remains
for life that lives beyond grief's curtain.
Perhaps our soul would know peace to realize that we are eventual death steeped in the miracle of life and that we
are love incarnate and divine. Grief is transitory while the
spirit we are is eternal and this is good news for it means that,
more than our grief, our spirit is our hope and healing in spite of
a million violent losses.
Poetry by inanna
Read 508 times
Written on 2009-08-21 at 05:04
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