It’s the lessons of grief
That seek to allow an openness to love
The mourning mother whose whelming heart floods
Well beyond the reach of her empty arms
As she grasps at piled earth and open air
Where her fingertips once brushed stray strands out of eyes
Tucked the tendrils back behind ears
As though she was tucking each hair snuggly into bed at night
How does she do that now
Where does she channel her endless devotion
Where this abyss now stands
In shadowed reflection
Don’t turn away
Don’t recoil
There is a forever to be loved here
Even in this inevitable impermanence
The blood spills
Ephemeral
The heart beats
Even after it has bled out
Eternal
We never stop loving
Grief is the learning of where to put that love
Once our beloved has changed, moved, died
No longer receiving our love as they once did
The outpouring must be known
As an endless river
Unable to be held back by dams
It must flow
Where are your dry river beds
Pour out into the hollows and valleys
Love into the gaping void that remains
Find the eternity of love in this way
And I know
My beloved may
Leave
Die
Change
So might I
And still
I know
Once I love
It is forever
It flows through
My open hands
My open heart
And overflows
From these beloved chasms
