Grieve, my soul.

Grieve, my soul.
Grieve what is and was and could have been.
Grieve the desires so deeply hidden
they have never seen the light.
And grieve the longings once covered,
Now freshly opened like a raw wound
Gently weeping;
Now freshly opened like a door
onto an imagined future never to be,
A life never to be born.

Grieve, o my soul,
the love you yearn for and have never tasted,
the life you dream of and have never lived.
Grieve, too, the love and life that have passed
so fleetingly through your hungry hands.
Grieve the person you are and the person you want to be.

Do not fear to grieve, beloved soul.
But grieve that for lack of grief
Hope has grown dim, love grown cold,
And hopelessness taken root.
Grieve to soften your hardened heart
And be roused from your slumber.
Grieve
and be raised to life again.

Grieve till all your tears are shed
For they will leave your eyes
Clean and clear,
Wide open onto the world
You have been blind to.
And each will fall
As rain onto thirsty ground
And as sorrow's seed sown for joy's harvest.