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Gratefulness
Rains come, pounding rooftops, saturating every inch of soil down to the deep.
Water creeps under floorboards, pours past garage doors, gushes into low-lying collection basins.
Bridges connecting small country roads turn impassable, the ones aging at the bottom
of mountains near abandoned railroad tracks. Grief is a sister to flood rain.
Holding hands, they roll over restraining walls. Together they stream, surge, cascade —
out over the land of the heart, into valleys of the mind, through the dark woods.
Grief is love uncaged — overflowing, endless love. Grief is love realized and released.
Grief is love let free.
From 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart, (Balboa Press, 2018). Posted by kind permission of the poet.
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