Let your grief course through you
Like a great, grand river.
Its journey to the sea is long and winding
Sometimes, the rapids.
You are quite sure you will get lost. Drown.
Sometimes, the water flows so slowly,
you are sure you will be moored, forever.
Carving caverns and cracks in the sandstone
It will change you
It will shape you
Oh beautiful, brave soul
Do not build a dam,
Build a raft.
Hold on, allow.
For this is your sacred journey home
A holy gift for the patient, openhearted.
Aimee Ginsburg Bikel is an award winning American-Israeli writer, journalist, and public speaker. www.aimeeginsburgbikel.com
