Sometimes, like now, it’s enough just to mourn.
To allow our bodies, our hearts, our being,
Space enough to absorb the unbridled blows.
To patiently surrender
Our will, our hunger, our fire,
Into the silence,
To await some gentle healing.
Sometimes, like now,
It’s enough just to hold on.
May have been given over
So to better hear the stillness,
So to better feel the quiet.
And, perhaps too,
For that one last chance
To seize, wholly and forever,
All that awaits, all that was meant to be,
With tenderness and forgiveness and love.
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