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A Blessing for Those That Are Grieivng

A Blessing for Those That Are Grieivng

Written by Kate Hurley / 03.06.2022

Sometimes

The math does not add up

 

There is no “blessing in disguise”

Or lesson learned

That can outweigh the tragedy.

 

Sometimes

All you can do

Is water the ground with tears

Where you used to dance.

 

Sometimes

The only prayer you can pray is

“I don’t understand.”

 

And then,

You can say to your soul

“I give you permission to

Throw your hands in the sky in praise

Or bloody your knees in lament.

Whatever you need.”

 

“I give you permission

To cradle that ache in your heart

Or grasp onto hope like a last breath.

Whatever you need."

 

But in the midst of the allowing

Know this….

 

The heartbreak that radiates fire from your soul

Is surrounded

Above and below and behind

Like a tribe circling one of its own.

 

Your weakened body is lifted up in the arms

Of other humans who also grieve

And arched over with wings

Of One who also suffered.

 

We will dig here together

Watering the soil

With our collective tears.

 

We will plant seeds

That we pray will grow

Into a different tomorrow.

 

And as we dirty our hands with the aching earth

We will look upon the faces

Of each other

And of the other

And see the face of God

In eyes a thousand colors.

 

With a million voices that sound as one

We will sing together as we toil…

“We are not alone. We will never be alone.”

 

Inspired by Kate Bowler

Category: Inner Healing Blog

Tags: Grief, Hope, school shootings

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You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, your hands dirtied with the soil where you till up the rocks of generations gone by. Your tears watering the ground, making the roots grow deep and wide while you are unaware. You labor, you dig, you claw this tiny piece of land where others buried their dreams and gave up trying. 

 

But not you. You keep going.You never give up. You see the tree in the seed, and you will fight until that tree is standing before you, it's long willowing arms grasping your hope in its branches. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, covered in all your scars. Where your face was grazed with false imaginings that you were not beautiful enough. Where your hands were caught in fields of cotton when you didn't believe you were free. Where you were marked across your chest the day you thought that they left because you weren't worth it. Look closely, love. Look closely because those scars are gilded with gold. Those scars have become your crown. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, dancing there with your face against the wind. Not a pretty dance, but a wild dance. A hold on for dear life to the hope dance. An I will never stop believing in your goodness dance. A shake the sadness off your skin dance. You, with your feet pounding against the ground to the rhythm of your unsurrendering spirit. With your knees soiled and bleeding from the prayers and the longings and the times you almost gave up. With your arms thrown up in surrender and beckoning and awe. There is burning against your back as you lift up your face, because your wings are returning, love. Your wings are returning.

 

Look at me and believe now. You are stronger than you think you are. Stronger than you think you are. 

 

 

 

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