Sometimes the sky
Reminds me to cry
When it's raining
Pouring
Storming!
The sky is not inhibited
Its tears are allowed to fall
Freely
In complete trust of their natural
Cessation.
The rain pours down
Unconcerned
that it may be inconvenient
for others.
Falling
free
is
Beautiful
Bountiful
Significant loss can be raw and new. Grief also has a way of revisiting us on holidays or anniversaries. Either way, its force can be unexpected and overwhelming. It throws us off course, filling us with despair and emotional pain that feels unbearable.
Perhaps "Hope's Whisper" will help you move through this day.
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Where is hope when you’re in despair,
When grief engulfs you everywhere?
Hope is in the light that filters down,
A dim ray at first, upon your frown.
Hope’s glow then shines into your heart,
And gently whispers, “Once more, start.”
It warms you from the inside out,
And in that warmth, you move through doubt.
Next thing you know, faith tiptoes in,
Beaming bright upon your long-lost grin.
Hope and faith shine together with Love,
To light your path from powers above.
Take heart as you move through this day, these hours.
Grief never ends; it simply evolves over time. For most, its intensity eases as we learn new ways of navigating through our loss. Meanwhile, it can be very healing to have a keepsake item within easy view to remember good things.
My mother died two months ago. When I found a little angel dish, I bought it for one of my sisters. Then I realized I'd like to give it to all my siblings and all of Mom's grandchildren. I almost forgot to put myself on the list, but now I have one, too. Next thing I knew, I was writing this poem. It can be modified to fit the role or relationship for any loved one.
Angel Mother
My angel dish is beautiful and white;
It helps me keep you forever in sight.
I look at it, Mother, to think of you,
And imagine your loving heavenly view.
Your jewelry inside reminds me to smile
When I think of your always classy style.
I'm certain you must make heaven more bright,
As you peacefully take each angelic flight.
You showed us a spirit that was sweet and kind;
And I hope that in me you will always find
A touch of sweetness from your soul's sugar bowl,
Sprinkling joy up to you in your heavenly role.
My mother was sweet most of all. So in the dish along with a small pair of her earrings, I placed a piece of her favorite hard candy. Together they remind me to focus on my gratitude for any sweetness that resides in me, which comes directly from her.
Seek what was good and gratitude will follow. It won't eliminate grief, but it will bring some relief during the difficult times.