Grief

Grief Does Not Lie

Grief writes the pain of the loss onto all the fibers of your body.

Grief speaks from the depths of your soul but often is not heard.

Grief is demanding.

Grief evolves, yet never retreats.

Grief is ugly.

Grief has no filter.

Grief hurts.

Grief is measured by days, weeks, months and years, but rarely can it  be successfully completed on a timeline.

Grief is not exclusive to a demographic.

Grief does not discriminate.

Grief is a process that no one understands, unless you are unfortunate enough to join that club.

Grief has a life long membership.

Grief can be a teacher.

Grief provides a vessel for purpose.

That is what grief is to me.

until next time,

M

 

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Inspiring Poems

A Consoling Famous Death Poem

Death is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Funeral Death Poem by Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul’s Cathedral ~ London. UK