The Promise of Mourning
Let us rise with the dawn, not to greet light, but to carry the weight of what the night has taken.
Embrace this day’s promise— not of ease, but of endurance, the slow stitching of absence into fabric we can wear.
Tomorrow’s breeze guide us, not as bright banners, but as muted hymns, reminding us that even sorrow has its own compass.
The innocence of past years fuels our steps, not as nostalgia’s sweetness, but as embers we protect against the wind of forgetting.
And so, together, we find peace in Present’s embrace: not by denying the ache, but by letting it stand beside us, a companion at the table, teaching us that mourning, too, is a kind of promise— to remember, to continue, to rise.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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enjoyed the read , rich descriptions
Thanks so much, Norman 🕊️🙏🏻
most welcome
Cross between a prayer and sermon which despite my sometime personal indifference towards church and religion I found very moving. Thanks Rik.
It does have a bit of that feel to it. Glad it was moving, despite all that. Cheers, D🕊️🙏🏻
It is the message in this poem my friend that carries its poetic weight and a fave. Acceptance of the good and the bad turning lead into straw acknowledging the past but living in the present and preparing for tomorrow. A lovely and most mature living of life. Wonderfully said Cryptic
The little things we can do and moving forward Daly, thanks Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic
Well written.
This resonated, my dear friend. Learning to let sorrow sit beside us rather than trying to silence it is hard work, and you capture that truth with such tenderness. Thank you for that. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A sort of Lenten theme here, I sense. But I not had me pancakes yet - it's 17 Feb this year. Me middle name is Pancake cos I was born on a Pancake Day (guess the date; it changes each year. lol).
Pre-Lent, relent? 🙏🏻🕊️😊
A fine write. Enjoyed the read, arqios.
Thanks, Jerry 🙏🏻🕊️
When I rise every morning I am grateful for the new day Rik.
Andy
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