Grief

Can be silent, unseen

Felt loss, hardship, trauma

Loneliness

Learning imperfection

 

Left flawed

Broken

The heart’s usual whispers overtaken

 

And invites us to be who we really can be

Anew

 

Our heart is called upon to break

But

Small memories, shadowed delights

Brings repair

Richness, imperfection

Colour to one’s soul

Not fixed … vessel transformed

A new way of knowing

A new being

 

Our brokenness

Our gift

Embedded in our imperfection