Sometimes it just needs a person
it comes to me to say.
Sometimes it just takes time
it comes to me that grief has its own rhythm,
its own cycle or narrative.
Sometimes there's that in grief which should never cease to grieve
it comes to me that I have known a sadness of residue,
at the end of grieving,
such that if that failed me,
I should lose something precious of myself
and of my connection to life and humanity
- something of me would die, in that case.
Is that all I know about grieving? Pretty much so, yes.
"....and all shall be well,
and all manner of things shall be well...."
And good luck....
22nd April 2003
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