Praise your grief,
if by "praise" you mean
attending to, accepting,
and embracing what might otherwise
flatten you into pancakeness.
Praise grief for how it opens you
to life's sweetness laced with bitter loss,
for such it is:
bitterness as the finish to our joy.
You are in flux because you are human.
Your grief, however real and fierce,
is modulated on all sides,
through all sounds,
by the minute flashes of gold
that light your way each minute.
Did you see it?
The tiny snowflakes
(so few as to be countable)
on that child's hatless head?
Quick! Did you see
the score of pigeons arrayed on the line
for your delight?
The grief persists—
it always will—
and still.
And still.
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