Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

“To A Stranger”


“Passing stranger! you do not know how

longingly I look upon you, 

You must be he I was seeking, 

or she I was 

seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) 

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, 

All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, 

affectionate, chaste, matured, 

You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me, 

I ate with you and slept with you, your body 

has become not yours only nor left my 

body mine only, 

You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, 

flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, 

breast, hands, in return, 

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you 

when I sit alone or wake at night alone, 

I am to wait, 

I do not doubt I am to meet you again, 

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”


(From “Leaves of Grass” in The Harvard Classics)

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