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| from my art journal, 6.27.16 (gesso, acrylic glaze medium, acrylic paint, archival ink, found papers) |
Closure is
too final.
To grieve is to first hold loss
tightly
fisted to the heart.
There waves
of sadness
and longing
overwhelm
and silence
our world.
“Are we even living?” we wonder.
And still life pulses
and one day we too
begin to hear
beneath the tumult
of grief, faint
possibilities
sounding.
Friends,
all the while love remained,
opening wide spaces
for kindness and clarity
to grow.
To live
with loss
is to honor the love
we most grieve.
This moment of grace
helps us to gain
our feet and stand;
helps us to see
why there can be no closure.
