Word Acts: Living Now Affirming
Poet Lawrence Willson reflects upon an escape from grief. on the nature of grief.
Bird singing, breeze blowing
sun shining, shadow lingering
my friend I be burying
All over I hurt and so
utterly, I suffer not
my muttering me, be rot
The wormhole from painful to
joyful can be crossed over
only by the self-less self
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This poem first appeared in
http://www.allrivers.org/Voices_of_Diversity_Articles.html.
