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
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