The Grace of Grieving
hush my love...
look carefully... there
can you see
soaked into these walls,
this soul,
the tattered remnants of spontaneity
those surging torrents
of lusty rollicking passion
once spilled out, overflowing
splashing across mountainous terrains
as easily as low rolling valleys,
splashed across skies of vivid blue
plunging deep as the ocean
far as a distant galaxy.....
pressing my fingers to the still damp walls
I close my eyes and ache with the memories
my thirst for their sparkling waters unquenched
in these subterranean crypts
untouched by the cool wet balm
of newer loves
flowing gently,
caressing
blessing
strong and alive
pure and precious
yet none the same
none to blame
hush....
no one can take
the place of another
each weaves a presence
sweet groundcover
each carves her place
within my soul
a sacred space
none can erase
and I am greater
for their being...
discovering grace
in the ashes
of grieving
~ Erica 8/13/2002