On Grieving

Curious,

this intermingling of emotion,

relief and joy

alongside

grief and sorrow

spinning through me,

creating a cascade

of internal cacophony.

Uncertain whether

the tumultuous tide

will carry me

to the land of joy

or the island of sorrow,

and whether,

upon arrival,

it will carry me quickly away

to visit the other.

Loss,

while granting a measure of release

from immediate worry,

creates an entirely new sense of

emptiness -

A missing piece

of connection,

a heart wandering

without a certain sense

of where to rest.

Familiar places of

safety and security,

long beloved,

now gone

and silent.

Searching for a place of peace,

a safe harbor

amidst the sorrow

wherein to rest

my weary heart,

tired from the turmoil

I lay my head

upon the Rock.

Steady,

Certain,

Strong,

A sure foundation.

Somehow feeling steadiness,

secure in my safety,

I sit for a while...

feeling the currents,

allowing them to come and go,

to ebb and flow,

safe in the knowledge

that until they subside,

I am safely

seated upon

the Rock

and it cannot fall.