Sorrow and Strength
Grief is commensurate
to the depth and intensity
of love;
Part of your life is gone
future dreams an empty abyss.
Leaving you to face bottomless pain.
Is the deep trauma of so much love
worth the price of loss,
someone asked.
Yes. A resounding yes
rose from my cracking heart.
You will never live fully without.
In numbness, suffering, confusion
We do not yet know,
that through the pain, this purgatory;
New strength will germinate.
Will grow,
new course will unfold
new clarity of mind and soul.
Often I think of my mother,
thank her for teaching me love,
with kindness, laughter and song.
My father was my hero
until I let him be a man,
He often visits me from beyond.
I thank him for teaching me strength,
about the world we live in
about honouring each man.
My uncle who sang so serenely
of Swallows arriving in spring;
Lifting hearts to the heavens.
Like an angel he was and is.
So the unfathomable pains,
that seemed to crush the heart
Has turned to deep and rich wells,
that is with me each day.
My great love for those passed,
my grief;
Is now my smile and strength.
© miriam ivarson
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