Grief, upon grief, upon grief

transform through the

fires of your pain

Forgiveness is not exactly

as you imagined

not a clean slate

no exoneration

Healing is the steady 

shifting of seasons 

the great wheel of life turning

and churning

forward 

A single song 

can floor you then lift you up 

as if by strings 

until you levitate 

Every time you think,

“I cannot take anymore!”

and want to give up

watch this doubt dissolve

against your strength 

You are divinely loved beyond reason 

exactly as you are 

How long will it take to heal? 

Is there an expiration date 

on the pain for this particular loss?