Fault Lines: For The Ones Who Need Healing

person in silhouette looking at sunset

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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