Holy Presence who abides through every ending.
Something has shifted.
Something I leaned on is no longer here in the same way.
There may have been words spoken,
Rituals observed,
Or there may have been only silence.
Still the ground feels different beneath my feet.
I grieve what was.
I grieve what might have been.
I grieve the version of myself that existed in relation to it.
My hands still reach for what has altered.
My body still expects the familiar shape of yesterday.
Sit with me in this in-between.
Do not rush me toward meaning.
Do not force gratitude where there is ache.
Let me feel the weight without calling it weakness.
If this loss is an initiation,
Steady me.
If this change is necessary,
Soften me.
If what has fallen away was never meant to remain,
Help me release it with dignity.
I do not ask to return to what was.
I ask for the strength to live honestly with what is.
And when I forget that change is part of the sacred design,
Remind me gently nothing true is wasted,
Nothing real disappears.
Love and growth both require letting go.
Hold me while I loosen my grip.