Grief

Surrounded by hatred & heartache, how do we digest, not deny, not turn our eyes away?

For me, feeling it all is imperative; the only way to see the light, feel the wholeness.

It feels like surrender; it is a loss & a humbling, but the only way to wisdom, a better choice, less of a reaction.

Grief is a shock and a gutting. It digs deep; grave from gravity. Yet, there is rest.

And rest is where the wisdom lies waiting.

I grieve for our dead and dying. I grieve for those who are helpless, and those who feel so.

I grieve for our hunted, who seek their own survival.

I grieve for our earth, the home we sacrifice daily, the suicide we seem to seek, the sickness of our collective hearts and minds.

I grieve, too, for those who have arrived at power in exchange for their own healing.

How heavy it must be to hate so. How much shame they must harbor, hardened to a density that explodes: an atomic bomb.