Can we let the suffering pass through every room?
A poem for the sharp edges of grief and the sacred practice of attending to what shatters.
My teacher,
James Finley,
Often observes that our society lives with a kind of depth deprivation,
Remaining on the surface of our lives and overlooking the deeper places within us that long for care and healing.
I would take this one step further and sense that we are also experiencing a grief deprivation.
What we do not allow ourselves to grieve does not simply disappear.
It gets stored in our bodies and eventually emerges as anger,
Resentment,
The need to control or even violence.
As we look at the world around us,
We cannot deny that we are in pain.
Everywhere we turn,
We see groups seeking to dominate or control others,
Sometimes even to the point of destruction.
Within our communities,
We seem to be drifting apart and growing more distant from each other.
Even in our own lives,
We tend to choose to suffer alone rather than reach out for the help we need.
We are living through an epidemic of separation,
Loneliness,
And I believe,
Grief.
The poem below is an invitation to keep vigil with grief,
To remain present to the breaking,
And to trust what might emerge when we no longer turn away.
Keeping Vigil with Grief Keep vigil to the sound of your heart,
Breaking as it shatters across the cold kitchen floor.
Embrace the devastation and let it break.
Stay awake to the sharp edges of the pain as it pierces every fiber of your being,
Coursing back and forth from your head to your heart.
Bow down to the grasp of your fear as it wraps itself around your trembling knees.
Give voice to your fiery rage as it swells up from the core of your being and let it scream its truth from the window pushed open to the spring.
Witness the baptism of your tears as they trace the lines of your face and pool in the crevice of your neck.
Welcome the shadow as it creeps into the corners of your soul,
Collapsing to your knees,
Offering your jagged sorrow to the Creator over and over again.
Keep vigil with your grief,
Allowing it to sweep over you like the gentle winds of eternity.
Witness,
Attend,
Embrace.
Allow the suffering to pass through every room,
Wafting through the house of your innermost being until it settles on your heart like fine sand on the windowsill,
Remembering again that love will sustain you.
A question to carry with you.
What does it look like for you to keep vigil with a difficult emotion rather than trying to fix it or send it away?
With warmth and gratitude,
Brooke.