Scripps Sunday- 11/4

 


for when you've lost someone far too soon

“There are spaces of sorrow only God can touch.”
-Sister Helen Prejean, Dead Man Walking 


God, this. This is impossible.
This grief is too much to bear.
If there was a tight order
to the world that you made,
it’s come unspooled
and no one will wind it up again.
God, I feel it coming,
that ache for the stories that will never be told.
And an anger rising
when I remember
what never should have been.
Worst of all—God, could anything be worse?—
it is so beautiful
the way this grief is a language of love.
I am lovesick with this much sorrow.
Teach me to speak this new mother tongue.
Show me how to memorize
so I can never forget
what they gave and what is gone,
and what we were owed
by a world robbed of their presence.
Hold me by the edges
for I am coming apart.
And nothing but love
will find me.


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