Grief is the energy that a flower
needs to unfold her petals.
Each petal is a layer of wound
opened by the tears of pain
to expose life.
The flower misses the sun
during the season
of the snow moon.
In its grief, it praises
what it loves and
honors what it longs for.
As the sound of grief reaches her core,
the flower finds the courage
to open herself up so
the world can see her pain.
As she feels the warmth of
the sun on her face,
she gets her life back.
Her petals will wither once again, and
as her process for metabolizing grief commences,
she will comprehend
she was given enough life
to experience both love and loss.
This peom was inspired by this beautiful flower, my own grief, the courageous people who have given me the honor to hold space for their grief, and one of the most profound books I have read about grief: The Smell of Rain on Dust – Grief and Praise by Martin Prechtel.
Alma de Colibrí 