grief is a thief
grief robs joy
grief burdens the soul as it buries itself within our hearts
grief is the aftershock tiptoeing between us
grief is the source of guilt and “what ifs”
“grief has no epilogue,” that’s no myth
grief is a cascade of tears that causes time to capsize
grief causes many to scream at the painted blue skies
grief becomes a familiar stranger in disguise
grief is just the long night following the sunset but before the sunrise
but when the moon rises, the silent gleam of a beam pierces through the wisps of a shadowy cloud
and so I read aloud
i wonder if the moon grieves too
if she ever compares herself to the sun
if she glimpses our slumbering disregard as she climbs her ladder to the sky
for an individual can feel invisible, if not spoken to
and so I’d like to believe that I say goodnight to the moon for I know I won’t see her in the morning
i’d like to imagine the moon is saddened too, for that alone is comforting
i’d like to imagine the moon is my guardian
how even a crescent bathes me in moonlight, providing me with a friend
and I’d spend forever embraced by the wind, swirling around me in torrents, while wrapped in darkness
for me darkness is silent and attentive, it doesn\'t judge, the quiet darkness listens genuinely
but maybe the moon grieves too
maybe some nights she whispers, but those whispers are received with silence, they turn to wisps and fade as they reach the ground
i’d like to imagine I’d sit under the moon and whisper back
to have the strength to bridge the gap
i’d like to imagine that someday the moonlight would spill into my room and whisper, “Do not be afraid.”
for even the darkest nights can be illuminated by someone who listens, who sometimes remains silent, but who’s always present
grief is a thief
but what grief takes from us is what matters
we can\'t let our moons be stolen
and just like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again
and it’s difficult because the one we lost is the one who we need to speak to about our grief
for the moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror so she could finally glimpse her elegance
just as the moon is the hope of the morning
God shall be the hope in our grief
“Rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love, lives in God, and God in them.”
we never experience life solo, even if we believe we do
therefore we grieve, so the moon grieves, and now even the thief grieves too
so when the time comes to rejoice, God rejoices, and now all rejoice too
for our dreams have become His
and His home has become ours