“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.”
-Psalm 34:18 KJV
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"Grief is perhaps the most democratic of human experiences. It asks for no credentials and respects no borders. It is the quiet, persistent underside of love. It simply demands a witness. In that way, to grieve is to participate in one of the few truly universal human traditions."
-Dreamy Poetess
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LIGHT THAT STAYS
by Dreamy Poetess
Tea gone cold on the windowsill
Your book half-open on my knee
I read your favorite line out loud
Hear you answering in me
Dust in the air like little stars
Dancing where your hand once stayed
I trace your name along the margin
Every letter softly frayed
You are the light that stays
After the candle fades
Glow in the quiet grey
Breathing in the break of day
Love is the thread that won’t let go
Running through the ache I hold
You are the light that stays
You are the light that stays
Night leans in on the balcony
Far towns flicker: come and go
I send a promise to the darkness
That I will choose the gentle glow
Every sorrow folds like paper
Cradled in these open hands
I give it to the still small silence
Trust there’s more than I can understand
When the questions rush
When my courage shakes
I will close my eyes
And lean where your warmth remains
Every broken piece
Turns to gentle flame
I am not alone
I speak your name
Page turned down and the room grows still
I whisper thanks into the air
For every loss that led to love
For every shadow you made rare
(To the grieving soul that never forgets how to love.)
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