The glory and grace of grief
you have your layers, your windings, your bridges, your tunnels.
"There are different wells within your heart
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that." Hafiz
I'm on the threshold
but how to cross over, to move beyond,
to start " a new beginning."
I have no idea how to do it.
You will understand, and you'll stand on the threshold with me,
as long as it takes.
You are my prayer.
My prayer is you.
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