Fault Lines: For The Ones Who Need Healing

by Suzanne Sabransky

Cracks form as we survive grief
They start with sharp broken edges
Eventually dulled when worn by time
The crevasses remain but they narrow
And rather than fall into them
Hope and light begin to emerge

We can never completely avoid them

They can reappear when least expected

Yet with each day that passes

We learn to appreciate their evocations

The sharp stabs become less and fewer

The colorful memories grow more vivid

Without the gift of deeply loving

The sorrow of grief can’t abide

And without the sorrow of grief

The depth of love remains silent

We all heal in our own time frame

May Adonai speed your healing now…

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Posted in Communal Tragedy, Death & Mourning, Mourning & Bereavement
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