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This is from a book I ran across at the library called To Bless the Space Between Us by John O'Donohue.  It touched my heart.  

For Grief

When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you gets fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence. 

Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.

Flickers of guilt kindle regret
For all that was left unsaid or undone.

There are days when you wake up happy;
Again inside the fullness of life,
Until the moment breaks
And you are thrown back 
Onto the black tide of loss.

Days when you have your heart back,
You are able to function well
Until in the middle of work or encounter, 
Suddenly with no warning, 
You are ambushed by grief.

It becomes hard to trust yourself.
All you can depend on now  is that
Sorrow will remain faithful to itself.
More than you, it knows its way
And will find the right time
To pull and pull the rope of grief
Until that coiled hill of tears
Has reduced to its last drop.

Gradually, you will learn acquaintance
With the invisible form of your departed;
And when the work of grief is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
To wean your eyes
From that gap in the air
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.

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Comment by Bonnie on September 27, 2015 at 9:13am
This is wonderful. I wish I could find such perfect words. "The black tide of grief"--perfect. I am waiting to experience the last phase. I haven't got there yet.
Comment by Callie2 on June 25, 2015 at 7:07pm
Absolutely loved that! It is true, we mourn the loss until we heal and at least for me, that emptiness is somehow been replaced by comforting memories and a feeling he is around me. " to wean your eyes from the gap in the air", yes, they are no longer physically here but maybe on a different level there is still a presence. Very deep and moving. It is strange to read something that expresses the way I feel and to realize that I am not alone in my feelings. Appreciate your passing that along.
Comment by smp1122 on June 25, 2015 at 5:37am

This is amazing.

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