poppyThe thing is
to love life
to love it even when you have no
stomach for it, when everything you held
dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands
and your throat is filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you so heavily
it’s like heat, tropical, moist
thickening the air so it’s heavy like water,
more fit for gills than lungs.
When grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief.
How long can a body withstand this? you think,
and yet you hold life like a face between your palms,
a plain face, with no charming smile
or twinkle in her eye,
and you say , yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
-Ellen Bass
I love this poem. It speaks to my heart.
There are times in one’s life when one wants to simply put back one’s head and howl…..
There are times when one questions life.
There are times when one questions the workings of God.
But one heaves a heavy sigh and picks up one’s life again – to love it in all it’s entirety,  the good as well as the bad.
One acknowledges that one can never understand the workings of God.
So be it…..
But it is not an easy thing to do.