Syllable of Life.

I found you knelt upon the ground, kept down by the weight of your grief. Despair threatened to destroy you. No reprieve found even in sleep. Loss by far the greatest teacher, with the hardest lessons to face, to value each moment of life, in nurturing emptiness there is no solace. I know that it is hard to stand, but your not held by the weight of loss. It’s the holding on to what came before, a new threshold your afraid to cross. Hope is found in the love you shared, at times so imperfectly. Loss awakened a deeper beauty, a reverence found in it’s sanctity. I will hold you close to me, and you can let it all go. I’m not ashamed to cry with you. No stranger am I to sorrow. The ache of grief is always there, but the emptiness will lift one day. Their life to us the greatest gift, and only by living can it be repaid.