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Sun On My Pillow
Old habits are where
you linger
pouring just one cup
of coffee my memories
play out morning conversations over, and over again
the ones that will no longer
be spoken in this room
I miss you as I rest
in prayer asking God
to take this widow, weak
with grief under his wing
comfort me, make me
strong again, guide me
on this journey
without you by my side
Dear God
show me, how to live
you linger
pouring just one cup
of coffee my memories
play out morning conversations over, and over again
the ones that will no longer
be spoken in this room
I miss you as I rest
in prayer asking God
to take this widow, weak
with grief under his wing
comfort me, make me
strong again, guide me
on this journey
without you by my side
Dear God
show me, how to live
Published 11th Dec 2022
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11th Dec 2022 3:30am
It is a struggle, there a heavy weight to bear along with loss. But that's until we're able to move the losses away from our physical perspective and into our spiritual realm. In this realm they are so much happier and health, your memories of them are allowed to expand and brighten in this realm lightening your burden. They say that writing it out helps, we encourage this, tight piece of sadness
11th Dec 2022 3:33am
11th Dec 2022 9:38am
Dear W,
I admire how you so deftly write of loss and need in this piece. It captures how we all process this emptiness. It’s such an individual response and your writing of it is so meaningful. H🌷
I admire how you so deftly write of loss and need in this piece. It captures how we all process this emptiness. It’s such an individual response and your writing of it is so meaningful. H🌷
11th Dec 2022 5:14pm
