In a crowd, you stood alone
amid a swirling cloud of loss and emptiness.
I saw in your eyes
the same weary sadness
that haunts my sleepless nights.
Your shoulders pressed down
under the weight of endless grief.
My heart heard your silent cry
and would not let me stand by
I too know the moonscape jungle of being left behind
with no warning or explanation.
The freezing wilderness of “Why?” and “What do I do Now?”
I have no answers for you.
The dark and furtive creatures
of anger and pain
still gnaw on my bones
in unguarded moments.
But when I opened my arms to you
as a sister in sorrow
and you returned my guileless embrace
with an innocent heart
an explosion of healing love
And the angels smiled.
About this poem.
I was at a gathering of incredible, loving and creative people this weekend. I witnessed many beautiful things but nothing quite as extraordinary as a meeting of two beautiful women who had both suffered soul-crushing loses. That moment made a profound impression on me and the pure love that passed between them, radiated out and touched my own heart in a most unforgetable way. Thank you Pamela and Syl for allowing me to witness this extraordinary connection.