Sometimes I run across a poem that is absolutely perfect.
This is one of those.
Blessing for the Brokenhearted by Jan Richardson
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
—Henry David Thoreau
Let us agree
for now
that we will not say
the breaking
makes us stronger
or that it is better
to have this pain
than to have done
without this love.
Let us promise
we will not
tell ourselves
time will heal
the wound,
when every day
our waking
opens it anew.
Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it knows
the only cure for love
is more of it,
as if it sees
the heart’s sole remedy
for breaking
is to love still,
as if it trusts
that its own
persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.
—Jan Richardson
[Emphasis added]
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Such a beautiful, heart-felt poem. Thank you so much! I have tried so many times to focus on the wonderful gift my son has been to me, but it is so hard to not couple those thoughts to the fact that this blessing has also been taken away from me. My mantra when I am in that state is, “Thank you for this gift of love.” (mantra from Lissa Rankin)
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I can’t tell you how many times, after reading one of your posts, that I have to reach for the tissues! You put into words that which my heart can only articulate through tears! Thank you for the healing that comes from those tears – for it tells me that grieving is not a fault of my faith rather it is the intensity of love that makes breathing hard at times…
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Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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