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    • Stacey Robinson

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    • December 22, 2015 in Bloggers

    Mourner’s Prayer

    Today surprised me–
    the sun and skies of blue shading
    almost translucent,
    almost too bright,
    studded with clouds
    that wandered in stately lines
    invisible to the naked eye
    and the grieving heart.
    It beckoned, this day
    of surprises and shaded blueness.
    I thought it would be warm;
    It’s certainly bright enough,
    clear enough,
    and from my window,
    there are still leaves of green
    that cling to their branches,
    so it could be a different day
    entirely.
    It could be a day in spring,
    where the wind still  carries
    a quiet note of cold.
    and you waited.
    wrapped in stillness.
    while I walked through
    gardens just at the bursting point,
    and blossoms spilled their
    scent of life,
    all green and yellow and white,
    making the air heavy
    and light at the same time.
    I collected the dew
    and a spray of flowers
    for your table.
    And you laughed,
    and pressed a kiss upon my lips.
    It could be that day,
    but this day has surprised me,
    its colors and leaves framed
    so neatly by my window,
    but there are things carried in this
    day, invisible to the naked eye
    and a grieving heart.
    There are no wildflowers
    to collect along the way,
    and the grass is stiff with frost.
    My step is much slower,
    a stumbling gait,
    hesitating and halting.
    Slowly, oh so slowly
    with love and tender grace
    I lay a spray of flowers
    upon your grave,
    a surprising note of color, just
    visible to my grieving heart.


      • Maya Spier Stiles North

      • December 23, 2015 at 5:16 pm
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      My loved ones have no graves. Not a one of them. They were all cremated and scattered, all but one and that my tiny unborn one. I know exactly where he is, in my garden, beneath the Japanese maple. They all live in rooms in my heart, comfy and well appointed, where I can visit and hear their laughter — all but my tiny one. His room is so small and I can only stand before it and sob — all these years later… <3


      • Valerie Engelman

      • December 23, 2015 at 9:56 pm
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      it could be a different day
      entirely. So true. This should be a song!!!!



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