A FULL-THROATED YES
- Apr 24
- 1 min read
By Georgia Heart
fills my chest and I meet grief. I meet
grief the way a dazzling golden sun meets
the sky, welcoming the heart-wrenching
pain that already knows my bones. I say
yes to grief like a prophet meets God, like
parched trees drink the rain, like lifetimes
wait for a moment. With wide open arms,
I say yes to this bountiful teacher, grief.
And here, in this wet surrender, I find the roots
of my being. Roots steeped in
compassion. Roots soaked
in the sorrowed land of
kin and blood and
soil. I meet
grief and I
find
Love