Maybe the Moon Grieves Too

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