If My Grief Were Liquid

If my grief were liquid, 

it would fill and flow 

in all of the channels of the Mother Waters.

It would fall as rain 

and there would be no drought.

It would bubble up

from the deepest springs,

being purified as it passes

through the layers of the earth.

It would tumble

from the tallest waterfalls

creating mists and rainbows

and swimming and bathing pools.

If my grief were liquid,

it would cleanse my Soul

and ease its pain and longing:

  the pain of separation - the longing for union

  the pain of loss - the longing for fulfillment

  the pain of not belonging - the longing for community

  the pain of not feeling at home - the longing for home

  the pain of not having children or brothers or sisters – the longing for family and a         

  legacy.

If my grief were liquid,

it would heal my fractured heart

and allow me to fill the longing for connection

  to the sacred core of my being

  to the goddess within

  to Nature and its diversity

  to the wild part of me

  to my passion.

If my grief were liquid,

it would allow me to

re-member

and to love again!

© Beverly Diane Harner, 2003

Waterfall near Flam, Norway
Photo from Wikimedia Commons