Grief

grief a blinding, blurring, dizzying pain, a refiner’s purifying fire it scrubs us clean, like hard sand, re-opening old wounds as needed, so the new, the healthy, can grow again it removes and softens hard edges it sounds, deep in our souls, where it morphs, changing us forever it is bound up in both prophecy and promise it becomes a gracious gift a tool for remembering, humility, gratitude it is an ingredient in the creaturely essence but it never leaves… not in this life, anyway grief