G r i e f P r a y e r
I press up against this loss
with my whole body
my cheek, my hands against this cold window
on a door closing me into
this dark room
My sobs caught in my throat
like a nest of blue Robin’s eggs
grief a momma bird sitting on top
warming, comforting, protecting
Until it is time
this sadness in me
like baby birds pushing with
all of their might to get out
eggs cracking open
rattling with the beautiful
noise of new life
The sounds of grief
are an opening, a release that
transcends time
loud as the pain song sung of every mother
during birth, the knowing that many
others have been here before,
have done this, too
I cry & cry
Our bodies know what to do
to heal
convulsing, pushing, breath
tears like a million little wings flapping
tiny bodies rising up from their nest
a miraculous offering of gratitude
and eternal love
lifting up into the great light of life
that connects us all
