Sorrow and heaviness of heart comes for us all. It is the price of risking yourself, for love…
To live with daring, to live fully, is to know the weight of a wounded heart.
FACING GRIEF
grief is the wrenching pinch
and twist we feel,
as the torque generated
between pain and necessity
itself.
we are never taught exactly how
to face the facing of grief,
much less truly face the grieving in another.
the lesson we discover
as soon as we are able,
is to Witness it and Honour it;
sit with it,
vulnerably
as you would a friend.
embrace it,
silently,
as you would a child.
Face it, like a Father.
perhaps not like your father,
but the one you know you needed,
rather than the one you wanted.
Be fully present like a Mother,
gentle and full of grace.
do not suffer the grief,
hold space for it.
hold space for the one
in you that grieves.
it is like a child
whose heart has broken
against the hard truth about the world,
and whose only refuge
is the romanticised memory
of the deep love that it belonged to
before the moment of discovery,
the clinging to of which
bears down with a crushing force of sorrow
and an unrequitable remorse
some way beyond the gentle measure
of the little cupped hand
of what their hearts could hold.
grief breaks our hearts open
so they can be made ready
both by and for,
a wider, deeper
love.
© Rocco Jarman
There are some stretches of the road, where you find yourself alone, and forsaken, the light, stolen from your lamp, as if it never was, but for the aching of your hearts’ longing, and the way ahead dark, and full of perils.
Fear not; we all come by this way.