In the last two weeks, I’ve buried three wild birds- a robin, a pine siskin, and a hummingbird- such a tiny, little body. The last two were from my cat which makes it even worse.
Two dear friends were also lain to rest from this life. One passed away unexpectedly in his sleep. The other reached the end of an eight-year struggle with ovarian cancer.
The events in Ukraine disturb me daily. The weather has been unusually cold and wet on top of such sorrow.
Continue reading “The Art of Finding Solace”
There is no roadmap through grief. I find peace through writing after the recent passing of my father. Here are two poems…
ON THE DAY MY FATHER DIED
I heard the earth sigh
Above the splash of tears
His spirit slipped away quietly
It’s shell worn from years of living
It was lifted by the cadence of prayer
Then finally free
Into the arms of angels
And as we mourned him by his bedside
The heavens welcomed his spirit
Unencumbered by flesh
Finding peace among the stars
Forever in our hearts.
THE GRIEF WASHED OVER ME
Like a strong wave of the sea
My face hit bottom
My cheek scraping the coarse sand
I stood up and was knocked down
Over and over again
Until I released to the ocean’s power
And washed up spent upon the shore.