That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had His hands in this,
as well as friends.
Still, I was bent
and my laughter,
as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel
(brave even among lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry
but how you carry it –
books, bricks, grief –
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?
Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?
How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe
also troubled –
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?
inspirare 
In a couple of days it will be ten years since my loved one died. Heavy, indeed.
Thank you for the poem and the timing.
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Thank you.
I don’t know who you are, and I don’t remember when I Followed your ‘Inspirare’ site (and I am glad I did).
All I know is that the beauty and grace of this post reached out to me and touched me with a soft Clematis petal today, or the feather of a Song Thrush – certainly something light and gentle and infinitely wise.
May your burdens feel lighter today, and may there be a song on the wind for you. http://www.writingpresence.com
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I’m happy to know this.
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